An old friend of mine deceased at this time
last year.
He was such a lovely person, always amiable
and considerate and was very popular
among women. He was a good player of tennis.
I often saw him in tennis wear with
several female tennis friends. Strange enough
though, he never got married.
No one knows why. Some said he was too good
to make a proposal to a woman.
I never asked him why. I actually didn't
know what he was really trying to achieve
in his life, what
his real pleasure was. He suddenly died with
a strange desease. Life is so ephemeral.
(April 2, 2003)