As my earlier posts this year show I lost my "oldest" and "longest" friend (3rd grade to present) to congestive heart failure. Today I lost my bud from Germany who has been my diving partner and close friend for over 30 yrs. He was two years younger than I and did not have any siblings as neither did I. We travelled and dove together throughout the world. He lived close and was the only person my wife and I would routinely have over for a dinner party 5-6 times a month. A couple of days ago I was supposed to go with him to San Clemente Island but he woke up and just "went". He called me to say the flies were horrible, having just hatched and he was going to leave for Catalina island the next morning. Friday he called in the afternoon saying he was moored at Fox camp off Catalina Island and was going to come home early today. His wife called me around 9.am asking if I had heard from him. I said no but because of the high clouds I doubt the satellite phone would be working. The day continued without word. It's roughly a one hour trip on his boat to Newport-so something was wrong. His wife knew it and called the coast guard. Later today he was found deceased on his boat still moored on the buoy.at Catalina Island.
This has not been a good day or for that matter a good year. I guess as one ages its not unexpected to lose those close to you. But this was and is especially painful. Not just the time we spent in the water, over the years, but just spending time together in our homes almost every week when we were not soaked with salt water.
I miss you Jorg. I miss our talks. I miss our adventures. I really do.
Love/
