Missing my Friend David

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Lifer
Jun 3, 2020
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Washington State
I was talking with a friend last night and he was sad because his cousin died on Christmas Eve. Knowing that my Dad passed in September, and my best friend (my dog) died the very next day, he declared that it had been a very bad year for us, and that hopefully 2025 would be better. My immediate reaction was that it was a GREAT year - I met two grandchildren for the first time, in June, then had a great three weeks with my Mother after my Dad passed, and then had a great week at Christmas with my Mom, another granddaughter, and my brother.

But...it also got me thinking about friends who had passed, and I just want to say how much I miss David Cuneo. David was one of the few friends I met through pipe forums, who I spoke with regularly. It was always such a pleasure to talk with him - he was a true expert on many. maker's pipes, especially Danish pipes which were his favorites, and if he wasn't an expert on the pipe you were discussing, he could could still give you some great insights. And he was an incredible tobacco blender - his discussions on the subject always immediately went beyond my mental capabilities. But the most important thing was how excited he always was to receive my phone calls, and I imagine this was true of anyone who called him - he really made you feel like a special friend. David was going through a lot of physical problems, and had been for a while, but he didn't dwell on these things; in fact, he was more upbeat than most healthy people I speak with. He's not someone who I will ever forget.
 

Pypkė

Part of the Furniture Now
Aug 3, 2024
871
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East of Cleveland, Ohio. USA
"Nothing, in truth, can ever replace a lost companion. Old comrades cannot be manufactured. There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories, so many bad times endured together, so many quarrels, reconciliations, heartfelt impulses. Friendships like that cannot be reconstructed. If you plant an oak, you will hope in vain to sit soon under its shade.
For such is life. We grow rich as we plant through the early years, but then come the years when time undoes our work and cuts down our trees. One by one our comrades deprive us of their shade, and within our mourning we always feel now the secret grief of growing old.
If I search among my memories for those whose taste is lasting, if I write the balance sheet of the moments that truly counted, I surely find those that no fortune could have bought me. You cannot buy the friendship of a companion bound to you forever by ordeals endured together
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand, and Stars