Lately I've been really missing my friend, George. He died of AIDS nearly 13 years ago, and not a week goes by that I don't quote him, or laugh at a memory of something witty/snarky/funny he said. His voice often rings in my ears at just the right time. He had a way of cutting through the BS of life and getting to the heart of things...and no one could make me laugh as quickly or as hard.
He had such a big impact on my life; whenever I start to wonder if I had any kind of impact on him, I hear him snark, "Don't flatter yourself, Honey."
And all I can do is laugh.
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