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Originally Posted by Euro7r
Do you guys ever see family/friends/coworkers pass away and then start thinking about your own health, or start committing to certain changes in your life immediately.
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This hit me BIGTIME... couple years ago... one of my best friends in the world, met him in Grade 8 and it turned out we actually met when we were like 3 years old cuz I grew up in the same townhouse complex as him, but my family moved away when I was 5... anyway we would spend entire weekends playing Tecmo SuperBowl... pooled our money to buy summer membership to the Richmond Pitch & Putt and played the maximum twice a day every single weekday all summer... played hockey together everywhere... buddy never had a license, walked and ran everywhere, I was always driving him places... his birthday was the reciprocal of mine, we used to log into each other's school accounts that used birthdates as a "security feature" at Kwantlen and pick up blocks of ridiculous classes like Women's studies or Art shit just to fuck with each other.
I lost my job in 2003 and decided fuck this I'm gonna rent a car and drive across Canada, I called him up and said hey man you want to go and he was like fuck ya let's go... for a month we drove across Canada and all through the USA etc until I got a call that probably cost $20.00 on my FLIP PHONE (hahaha) for an interview when were in Las Vegas somewhere and we head back a bit early so I could go to that.
Over the years careers and relationships drew us apart... life... but still see him walking around Richmond randomly and pick him up, catch up... he would come to my hockey games when he could... in all the years we played, I was always an offense guy and he was a stay at home D... I never once got past that dude no matter how hard I tried. He was in fantastic shape, ran 10km a day minimum like literally every day... wore shorts in the wintertime kinda guy... always a warm body.
Then one day a couple years ago I got a text from my sister telling me to check Facebook... he was dead. Found him sitting in a chair after getting ready for work. Colossal heart failure.
To this day it sticks with me... it's been a couple years, I still sometimes scroll down on my phone to the last messages I exchanged with him where we missed getting the gang together for a birthday a month before and have a lot of regret that we didn't make that happen. I still have his hockey stick here that his mom gave to me... but man it bugs me so much whenever I think about it... if someone as healthy as that dude bit it so suddenly with no real prior health issues, what chance do the rest of us have? Why am I even still here when he's not? It really messes with your head. I'm definitely more aware of my physical condition after... even though it apparently didn't help him... I definitely try to stay on top of it and not just pretend to be a tough guy anytime something is wrong and not seek medical opinion.