My good friend "the Cajun" is very ill. For those of you who know him from the Bloggerpalooza I am posting a link to his blog posting of today. Click here.
|Wayne at Beebe - yesterday|
On my previous blog posting I posted a picture of us together with our friend Jack. That was a few years ago back when we were all healthier. I guess it is inevitable as we age our health starts to fail. For some sooner than later.
|Wayne and me outside the Purple Parrot after one of our Sunday night get togethers|
My friend Bob (who I've been posting about) introduced me to "the Cajun" (his real name is Wayne and that is the way I'm going to refer to him from here on out, who cares about stalkers now?) way back in 2004 or thereabouts when I first started to seriously consider retiring to Delaware. Bob thought the house where Wayne lived with his then partner Tom was ideal for me. It was and my house much resembles there house. The house that Wayne no longer lives in. He and his longtime partner parted ways in 2006, during my move to Delaware.
|Me, Tom and Wayne at the Georgetown Airport restaurant|
Wayne and I became friends. Platonic friends, there is a distinction (smile). I helped Wayne move . . . . twice.
|The first new home Wayne moved to after his breakup with Tom|
Once in the pouring rain and once to a third floor apartment in Rehoboth where he lives now.
|Wayne at Dos Locos|
Wayne was lonely (he'll hate me for saying this). I suggested that we met for dinner once at week in Rehoboth Beach, on a Sunday when the crowds were gone. Thus we began a tradition that lasted a few years. Other friends joined us. But then Wayne became Ill. We stopped going out on Sundays.
|Wayne and Violet at the Purple Parrot|
Then Wayne became seriously ill. Wayne could no longer work. He has continued to post on his blog which I have followed faithfully. This time last year while I was undergoing my Kidney Stone Adventure (along with my prostate cancer treatments) at one time (September over Labor Day) we were both in the hospital. Wayne also has/had kidney stones. I'm telling you folks, especially you young folks getting old isn't pretty.
|Me and Wayne at the Purple Parrot|
I've been lucky because my medical maladies haven't been near as serious as Wayne's. But, following his journey on the medical treadmill, he has given me inspiration and many others on how to live, even in difficult times. Wayne has dealt with his illness the same way he has dealt with his life, with grace, good humor and an attitude that does not suffer fools gladly (which I love).
|Wayne and the gang at the Purple Parrot|
I've learned a lot from Wayne and even in this time of his grave illness I am learning even more.
|Wayne at Dos Locos|
Thank you Wayne for being my friend. You may not realize it but you are much loved by many. More than you think. You are.
|Wayne with his co-worker at the jewelry store where he used to work before Dos Locos|
Peace to you my friend.
|Wayne at the Lewes-Rehoboth Canal, Lewes DE|