Shortly before 9 AM on Saturday my cell phone rang. The caller ID indicated it was an old friend from Pittsburgh. When I answered, his daughter Dawn greeted me, then told me that her Dad passed a couple of hours earlier.
Ray and I were introduced in 1980. I managed a finance company office and Ray owned an auto repair shop and tow truck. The economy was bad and unfortunately my company had customers with delinquent car loans and my responsibility was to have them repossessed. I contracted with Ray and after a car or 2 he told me that he couldn't do it any more as it was dangerous and his staff didn't want to assist. I told him that I'd go with him and this was the beginning of a 40+ year friendship. We spent hours in his tow truck in neighborhoods that we probably wouldn't venture into any longer. We were involved in any number of predicaments and were fortunate to have safely returned home. A trust was forged through those experiences that I probably can't describe.
I moved from Pittsburgh in 1983 and Ray and I continued our friendship. My Mom passed in 1990 and my Dad in 1992 and Ray was there to provide support, help empty and repair the family home and more. Throughout the 90s we both faced some personal and businesses challenges and even though there were 3000 miles between us we intuitively knew when the other needed a boost. Our families matured in the 2000s and we were both happily busy between work and our family responsibilities but always found time to stay up to date. The last 10 years saw us both face a number of similar health challenges at about the same times. Diabetes, Heart Disease and finally Cancer. We both made changes and our Diabetes and Heart Disease trials passed. Very recently Ray got great news about his Cancer. It was gone! Unfortunately it seems that the Chemo weakened him and made him susceptible to Pneumonia and a blood infection which took his life.
After a mournful morning on Saturday I was able to recall the many good times that we shared. Most wouldn't call getting physically attacked a good time but we did as those fights it forged a lifelong bond. Ray could also always be counted on to do something to break up everyone in the room. He was the master of telling a slightly inappropriate joke at exactly the wrong time, but somehow it worked. As we moved into the cell phone era in the 90s I could count on regular phone calls from Ray testing new joke material. No hello or anything like that, answer the phone and hear a familiar voice telling a corny joke. The frequency increased with the ability to text. It seems that jokes always came when I needed a lift. That was an uncanny knack that Ray possessed.
I woke up with a funny thought about Ray this morning. I can see him having a beer in heaven and with his mischievous grin asking God why Iron City Beer is no better in heaven than in Pittsburgh.
I miss you old friend!