I Don't Want to Say Goodbye
My friend is dead. We met on our missions in Madrid. We were always in the choirs that our mission always had. My friend is gone and I'm so mad. I'm so angry about it. He was hilarious. He was smart and dynamic and interesting. He loved to read, and his Spanish was flawless. Flawless. We were in this dumb little club our mission had for the people from our city (Sandy). He wore two ties at once to mix up his dapper-quotient- it was the early 2000's and that was cool, then. He told me once that he had decided that he was going to come home and be a plumber. I said, "That's a good job." He was so offended . It was so funny... He knew we knew each other pretty well by that point and I should want more for him than just a career. He was trying to get me angry but it backfired because I had met a family with a plumbing business that took really good care of them. He studied biomedical engineering and... I ...