… in all but blood.
A very good friend of mine, who goes by the nom du plume of Beau Wolff, is going in for surgery. He reacts badly to anaesthetics, and it’s not an easy surgery.
We met in person (in this life, I suspect) at a convention where a number of other online friends were visiting as well, and we all got to meet for the first time in RL. With all the others (including the guy from Germany) it was “Great to finally meet you!”
When I met Beau, it was “Hello again.” We’d never met before in this life, but both of us knew each other somehow. Technical Difficulties performed a song that had a line that sums up the feeling perfectly – “There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met”
There’s not been the contact between us recently that I’d like, for various reasons (almost all of the fault being mine). And now I find out that a man who might well be my brother in soul might not survive this surgery. He’ll post on Monday or Tuesday if he makes it.
I’m gonna be a wreck for the next few days, I suspect. Either that or doing everything I can to ignore the looming worry.
Beau, if you read this, know that I love you, man.