See ya, Burt.

So.  Burt died.  He died on Tuesday.  Driving home tonight, I drove past his house.  The driveway and much of the road was piled up with cars and on the front lawn a big bon fire was roaring.  People were milling around and I would have been hard pressed to find someone there without a beer in their hand.

They were celebrating his life, I guess.  Or maybe just numbing their loss.

To say I knew Burt would be somewhat misleading.  I knew 'of' Burt.  We'd say 'Hi', I knew where he lived,  he knew where I lived. Though, I don't know if he ever got crabs in college, or even if he ever went to college.

I've never heard terrible things about Burt, nor had I heard that Burt had saved anyone from a fire, or devoted his life to a cause like the homeless.  Burt, was Burt. Just as I am I.  People tonight are missing him.

Selfishly, I hope that when it's my time, people miss me.  Though, selflessly, I'd hope that folks don't feel the compulsion to have to numb themselves when, like Burt, I find it's time to go......