The Belt

Almost every day for the past over 30 some years I’ve worn a belt made for me by a friend that has been dead since late 1979. I am reminded every day how lucky I am to be alive and somewhat in control of my faculties.

My friend struggled mightily with his problems and in the end they were just too much for him. His problems didn’t allow him to go forward and drug him back into the pit he’d emerged from. The end came in an accident that took his life and 2 others.

I think of you often my friend, it doesn’t seem that long ago till I look at this old well-worn leather belt you made for me a long time ago.

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