Got a call last night about one of my best friends dying yesterday morning....apparent heart attack.
His mom found him on his couch...gone. That's just wrong. She lost her husband the same way, ironically his name was Carl. No mother should have to deal with that...finding her son dead.
He was a great kid...I say kid, because he was 2 yrs younger than I and it was a joke he and I had.
R.I.P. Dwayne.
I beg you all not to say sorry for my loss of a friend, but to take a second and just do a sorry/prayer for Mrs. Fry's loss... aside from here. She was the "neighborhoods, 2nd Street Mom". No parent should have to bury a child.
His mom found him on his couch...gone. That's just wrong. She lost her husband the same way, ironically his name was Carl. No mother should have to deal with that...finding her son dead.
He was a great kid...I say kid, because he was 2 yrs younger than I and it was a joke he and I had.
R.I.P. Dwayne.
I beg you all not to say sorry for my loss of a friend, but to take a second and just do a sorry/prayer for Mrs. Fry's loss... aside from here. She was the "neighborhoods, 2nd Street Mom". No parent should have to bury a child.
