fureverywhere
beloved friend who will always be with us in spiri
- Location
- Northern NJ, USA
This series and blog is by Neil Pasricha. Most people either love him or hate him. For me it's a great reminder to appreciate the little things. I totally suck at that and easily drown myself in the big picture. But just flip through one of his books. The things of every day that are just...well you know.
I opened to a page tonight where he recalls a good friend who died in his early thirties. But one of those people who you know will be with you in spirit for eternity. His friend was there for him in sports, in writing, in his new book venture which became a success.
There was a guy at one of my old jobs. Philip O' Conner, you had to love him. Proud Irish and a lap puppy when his wife was around. At work he was a hoot...he'd have a snort from the bottle in his trunk and we'd walk out to the work floor. He called me Red and took me under his wing.
Any lovely lady who walked by and he would go all Benny Hill. To the office staff he would tell jokes so filthy they would regularly kick him out. But with me he was a sweetheart and we were a team. He would get people and I would do interviews in warp speed. We got more people in a day than some did in a week.
One of his passions was pick up b-ball games on the weekend. He had a heart attack there one day. I know it's how he would have wanted to go, maybe in his mid-sixties. When I read the "awesome" story I could still hear his voice. So many people pass through our lives and some just stand out there.
I opened to a page tonight where he recalls a good friend who died in his early thirties. But one of those people who you know will be with you in spirit for eternity. His friend was there for him in sports, in writing, in his new book venture which became a success.
There was a guy at one of my old jobs. Philip O' Conner, you had to love him. Proud Irish and a lap puppy when his wife was around. At work he was a hoot...he'd have a snort from the bottle in his trunk and we'd walk out to the work floor. He called me Red and took me under his wing.
Any lovely lady who walked by and he would go all Benny Hill. To the office staff he would tell jokes so filthy they would regularly kick him out. But with me he was a sweetheart and we were a team. He would get people and I would do interviews in warp speed. We got more people in a day than some did in a week.
One of his passions was pick up b-ball games on the weekend. He had a heart attack there one day. I know it's how he would have wanted to go, maybe in his mid-sixties. When I read the "awesome" story I could still hear his voice. So many people pass through our lives and some just stand out there.