07/16/2026
“Hot tub later?” read across the screen as my fat fingers punched the tiny keyboard of my smartphone. It was 2:46pm on February 23rd He and I just wrapped up clearing our own driveways after a heavy snowfall. I knew he was soar. I knew he was tired.
I helped him the night before and could tell he was fatigued. He had a lingering cough and was short of breath for a number of weeks after a Covid diagnosis, yet he was determined to finish. I grabbed a second shovel just shortly after I pulled up to his house that night and offered a hand when the snowfall first began to accumulate. Hoping it would help a little knowing the majority of it was yet to come.
“Yeah I guess... If not me, Gray will go” he reciprocated.
I thought the hot tub might help with the aches and pains we both were dealing with after moving wet snow for what seemed like days.
Hours passed when I felt my phone vibrate in my front left pocket. “We r a bust for tonight... everyone’s tired” he wrote at 6:13pm. Clearly the manual labor had taken its toll on him, as well as his family that helped him that day. I don’t blame them. I was exhausted myself. To be honest, I was actually ready for bed.
“No worries…” I responded as I laid on the couch with my feet elevated.
(“No worries.” My final words to him.)
February 26th, 3 days later, I lost my best friend, my brother. Life from that moment on has never been the same.