No Chance to say Goodbye

The terrible news I mentioned in my previous post came like a hideous slap to the face, although that kind of physical pain is far too inadequate to describe the sense of sudden, ghastly loss.

My dear, dear friend Rashed Omar Davison, died suddenly, during the first week of May. He was 34. He was dead and buried before I heard the news.

I will never forget him. I loved him.