I'm told that Daniel Duff, one of my best
friends in the whole world, passed away today, April 23, 2012.
Duffy and I were very close throughout our school years in
Alderson and remained in fairly close contact in the years
afterward. He's been living in North Georgia for sometime now.
I, of course, live in South Georgia, but we spoke on the 'phone
often and at length and he came to see me from time to time. I
loved seeing him and his wife, whom he called "Buckshot". His
passing has left a deep hole in my soul, and I find that I am
straining to fill it up with memories and plans for the future
when I may be so fortunate to see him again in heaven. There
may be some question about me, but I know he will be there for
he was a good and faithful man who tried to do the right thing,
those things that would please God.
If we get there, I figure he'll have the table
set, be filling the room with his great wit and humor and
cooking up something good to eat. He was a good cook! I
remember when my mother and I lived in the old McClung building
he would come by and get me up and fix our breakfast before
school. Oh, boy, I remember those days! That was some good
breakfast, not to mention the good counsel he always gave me.
He always seemed to hate it when I would do something stupid,
which was all too often. But he took me for what I was and did
the best he could.
Ahh, Duffy, my good and faithful friend, why
did you go and leave me? I shall miss you, but I will be along
shortly. I like my eggs fried, over medium well, now. Throw a
piece of country ham about the size of hubcap on the plate, will
you? With some of that Red Eye Gravy.