I found out this morning an old friend of mine passed away yesterday. He had many health problems and had just spent about two weeks in the hospital and was just released Wednesday of last week.
He had open heart surgery and has had a stroke in the past but recovered from them both. He would have been 43 in November. In fact his birthday was the day after mine.
I used to date his brother years ago and even though it did not work out we still referred to him as "Uncle Sprout" and him and I remained friends. We didn't speak often but if we did or if we happen to see each other we were friendly and he always asked about my mother and the kids. In fact I have to call my mother soon to tell her about it.
To be honest I don't remember where he got the nickname "Sprout". I remember he told me one time or perhaps his brother told me but it escapes me now.
One of my fondest memories was years ago when my kids were little. He stopped over to say hi and I was cleaning the house. The kids were playing and he got them geared up to help. He pretended he was a sergeant in the army and had them picking up toys and making their beds. He kept repeating. Hup, 2,3,4 HUP! 2, 3, 4! As they marched around. He even pulled out the vacuum and swept their rooms as he continued to point at stuff to pick up. He made me laugh that day. Watching the kids run around and pick up stuff like little soldiers. He was very good with children.
At least he went peacefully in his sleep. He simply laid down to take a nap and never woke up. I spoke with his best friend, who also happens to be my ex husband, and he thinks he just gave up. He said he was sick of being sick. He was upset a lot that he could not physically do much with out getting worn out.
It seems such a shame to lose someone so young. I will miss his sense of humor.
He had open heart surgery and has had a stroke in the past but recovered from them both. He would have been 43 in November. In fact his birthday was the day after mine.
I used to date his brother years ago and even though it did not work out we still referred to him as "Uncle Sprout" and him and I remained friends. We didn't speak often but if we did or if we happen to see each other we were friendly and he always asked about my mother and the kids. In fact I have to call my mother soon to tell her about it.
To be honest I don't remember where he got the nickname "Sprout". I remember he told me one time or perhaps his brother told me but it escapes me now.
One of my fondest memories was years ago when my kids were little. He stopped over to say hi and I was cleaning the house. The kids were playing and he got them geared up to help. He pretended he was a sergeant in the army and had them picking up toys and making their beds. He kept repeating. Hup, 2,3,4 HUP! 2, 3, 4! As they marched around. He even pulled out the vacuum and swept their rooms as he continued to point at stuff to pick up. He made me laugh that day. Watching the kids run around and pick up stuff like little soldiers. He was very good with children.
At least he went peacefully in his sleep. He simply laid down to take a nap and never woke up. I spoke with his best friend, who also happens to be my ex husband, and he thinks he just gave up. He said he was sick of being sick. He was upset a lot that he could not physically do much with out getting worn out.
It seems such a shame to lose someone so young. I will miss his sense of humor.
