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| The Visit of Oliver Townsend |
I hadn't seen Oliver in over a year, and it's a shame because we were once very close. Our families visited one another quite a bit, we grilled frequently, and we had been friends since college. Now that I think about it, we had been best friends at one time. We only drifted apart because of our work situations. We were separated by distance, not desire.
Oliver's wife was named Melinda. My wife and I met her only after she had a life-changing experience. She had been in a car wreck that left her paralyzed from the waist down. It was my first time to ever meet someone with a handicap. She was (and is) a nice person, and my wife was very close to her.
I imagine I was one of the last people to hear about what happened to Oliver. His oldest son called me and told me the news. I don't think it's politically correct to say the "S" word nowadays. I often see the phrase, "un-alived." Oliver had "un-alived" himself with a self-inflicted gunshot. Unfortunately, at this time we lived even farther apart, and my wife and I did not even get the chance to attend his funeral service. In fact, I don't even know if he had a traditional service. For some reason, I want to say that I heard he was cremated. I'm not sure.
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