i wrote this poem in memory of my friend Gary who passed recently. Friends Gone But Not Gone   i remember friends, all of them, ones alive and still with me, and the few (thank the fates its only a few), the few who r gone but not gone...   Chris was my friend, my true friend, who went on, he was brave braver than i could ever be, we had a lot in common, even down to the same disability MD, he was small and fragile, his heart was huge and he was special, a bright boy, and a great friend, one summer he moved and his summer was bad, he got pneumonia 3 times, and his body said enough, he passed in his sleep, brave to the end my first best friend...   Marlone was a funny guy and so independent, he was a hero of mine, and a sweet person who never got a break, always wanting to work but never getting a good job, meybe because he was black, or meybe because he was in a wheelchair, it doesn't matter now really, he went too, probley making god laugh with a new joke, who knows, good guy he is...   Gary passed 2 days ago, thats why i wrote this, went to his funeral today, he was a great man, like a father and a brother mixed in one, even though he wasn't, always making me laugh, takin me to movies and the mall, on saturdays with my roomies, a very good man he was, and he touched a lot of folks, i could tell, i could tell by how full the church was for his service...   they r all gone but not gone, they r in my mind, my memories, my heart, and my soul, they touched me deeply, like all my friends do, more than they know...   so my friends r alive, in me and everyone else they touched, they were, r, and always will be alive, my friends that r gone but not gone. written by Gregg on September 25, 1998  

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