Got word today that my shooting buddy, and one of the best friends I’d had in the last 20 years was found at home yesterday. He had passed away. I’d texted him Saturday evening and he’d said he had pneumonia. He was waiting on the results of his Covid test. I’m about 90% sure he had it and passed away within 12 hours of me texting him. I’m sad he’s gone. At the same time, I’m pissed at myself for not going shooting with him this summer. We always went about 6-7 times a year together in addition to the times we went on our own.
I hadn’t said anything to him about going because the last time we went he was pretty low on ammo and lord knows we always burned a bunch of it. I was hoping to take a week off in the near future and hoping we could go hit the range. Now I ain’t gonna get the chance.
Most of all, I feel awful for his two young grandkids, who loved their pawpaw. The oldest one went with us one day and he was an impressive young man.
Mr T, as I always liked to call him, was the only person I knew around here that liked to shoot drills and run a timer and stuff like that. Every time we went we had a good time, whether we shot well or like total dog shit. But more than the shooting I’m gonna miss hearing about them two grandsons and telling him about my own family. He always told me not to blink, they grow up that fast.
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