Today I got the news that my childhood best friend, Ronald S Clark had died. Right now I’m still in a state of numbness about his death and most likely will be for awhile. We meet a lot of people in our lives we devotedly call friends but maybe only 1-2 we call ’My Best Friend’. Someone no matter what will be there with you in the back of a police car. Walking home with you from a party, instead of driving or getting a ride, not because you’re both drunk, but because it’s your car and you lost the keys. Even after fighting each other bloody in your parents driveway, because you put his leather jacket in the oven in a drunken prank, though you never turned the oven on. Ending up at the same ER me with a broken nose, he with a broken hand, still pissed off ready to fight right there once more, yet leaving as friends bandaged from head to toe. Ronnie was the kind of friend you find in a Toby Keith or country song on friendship it’s just that simple. I have been blessed in this life to have met Ronnie and 1 other I would call best friend, my Best Friend Marc Banks here in Texas which is more then some can say. The years went past, I went army, he stayed home, and on a drunken night driving down some unremembered road became paralyzed from the waist down and wheelchair bound. I blamed myself a long time for being in North Carolina at Fort Bragg and not in Maryland to take away his keys once more.
I met Ronnie at a place called Ridgeway Elementary school and it was a friendship that would last literally till today. Yeah we did not keep in touch like we should have, but we never lost touch. Life takes us so very often away from the people that mean the most to us and then by the time we realize we should have found a way to make that time, call more often, more visits, its too late.
Ronnie and I lol what can you say, no matter what, GF’s, social A-holes or just plain jealous people. People that wanted the friendship he and I had, and tried to come between us, never once did we allow them stop us from being friends. This month marks 1 year since I saw him last in Maryland a meeting that lasted all of 5 minutes as he kicked me and another friend out of his home. I was so hurt and could not at first understand why. Then I realized he did not want us to see him like that all gaunt and sickly looking breathing through a canister of air. Not because he was embarrassed by it but he did not want us to leave with such an image overlaying the ones of the past. That’s the kind of guy he was. I know no one here at the Inn knows him but I still wanted to show you all what a true friend looks like in much better days. This is how I will always remember him….. Thank you all for your indulgence and to the Inn where I can still say goodbye to a friend..