black clover never let them make you crawl

The Skies on Fire

About time to write something I've been putting off for years. For no reason really, if I'm altogether honest. I guess now is just the time.

My good friend and long time training partner (on the left) died from cancer a few years back. A dislodged tumor from his spine, stuck in his neck. Chemotherapy couldn't fix the giant. And before we get all sentimental and nostalgic up in here, relax. I doubt he'd want that. What he might like, not that I'm soliciting his spiritual opinion, is this.

First off, I was abroad when he was diagnosed with cancer. And still abroad when I get the news that he had died. So I never got to say goodbye or thanks or you kick ass or anything remarkably drewconian to my mate. That kinda sucks. And it hurt.

But rest assured I paid attention, as best I could, and he taught this miserable little kid a lot about life. What I learned at the time, though didn't recognize until later, was two important things. As clear and precise as anything in life can be.

One. There's a time to focus and there's a time to play. If you're only practicing one of the two, or none at all, than you're not paying attention. And you're not living life. You're asleep.

Two. You get what you put in. Simple. Direct. Honest. And true.

Randy, I miss you man. And I'm thankful that our paths crossed. Maybe next time we can walk a little longer together. I'd like that.