Sleep well, Tory.

Today has not started off well.

One of the Husbear’s and my best friends died from a heart attack/cardiac arrest (we think) early this morning. At 40 years old.

The Husbear and I were to meet he and his partner of 10 years in New Orleans on Tuesday. They both were our traveling companions on many adventures, and lived on the other side of Arkansas from us.

His partner called us around 6 AM this morning and let us know. We immediately got in the car and drove over from Mobile to NOLA to be with him. Where we are now.

Trying to figure out how brittle life really is. And mostly to be here for our friend.

Tory, you are already missed. It doesn’t seem real yet. We keep expecting you to walk into the hotel room. And you’ve left a big hole in our hearts.

Dwayne, we love you so much. And we’re here for you.

Until next time...
Erik

20 thoughts on “Sleep well, Tory.

  1. I am soooo sorry for your loss… at 40… damn… hang in there and celebrate his life… our thoughts are with you. and his family and friends….

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