He was a friend of mine

I'll remember how you bought me my weekly comics and brought them over "unknowingly", when I wasn't allowed to buy any by my mom, until I had finished my Farsi homework to her satisfaction. I'll remember how you paid surprise visits to me in college, taking me and anyone else around out to dinner and movies, and then a supermarket shopping spree, all on your tab. I'll remember how you helped me move after graduation by driving the moving van, while I followed in my new little car, and how you made the wrong exit off GW Bridge while I drove right past you and you got lost, trying to find your way back. I'll remember that one weekend when you and P. both came to visit and I bought a new futon, and how the three of us--an engineer, a doctor, and a physicist--could not figure out how to put it together and laughed ourselves silly, and how we each took one of the left over screws as a good luck charm to remind us of that day. I'll remember you calling me at the oddest hours of the night, because you'd read something that you thought I'd appreciate, and how you'd end up talking to L. first, for hours, about some technical gadget or another, before remembering why you'd called in the first place. I'll remember how the last time I ever talked to you, we got into an heated argument not three minutes into the conversation, over religion (again!), and how I got so caught up in the moment that I forgot that you were calling from a hospital bed with your head swathed in bandages from yet another surgery to remove part of the tumor, and so called you an fatheaded brainiac sarcastically, before I could catch myself. I'll remember how you laughed really hard, and told me that you finally believed in miracles, because for the first in 30 years you'd witnessed me become speechless.

Most of all, and always, I'll remember how much you loved to make music.




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He Was a Friend of Mine - Bob Dylan