Live life, face death

Well, It sure was another nice day out, around 70 degrees. My brother Vin was about to go check out a couple possible jobs just down route 5. He asked if i’d like to go for the ride, and I said sure, why not. It was something to do. He never really asks me to go anywhere, and it felt nice to get out of the house cruising down the street in the sun. After we stopped at a couple places, he wanted to shoot over to his old bosses house that he was pretty close with from another job. We’re in our mother’s car by the way since his car is shot and I don’t have one. Out in the E.H. and Manchester area. Vin heard from a buddy that his “boss” as he calls him was sick and possibly on his way out.. we stopped by the house but didn’t regonize and vehicles that were there. So he went to the bar that was literally just down the road and ran into his son that he knew well. He was told that his boss “papi” had passed away on Saturday. I was there with him, and could easily tell his was pretty upset about it. I never knew the man myself, but he sounded like a really nice guy, and his son, the one that had told us his father has passed, was a nice guy too (heck, just 2 or 3 weeks prior his best friend’s mother died). While we were there we had some drinks together, to mourn a bit. I guess the wake is tomorrow and the funeral the day after. It was a reminder to me just how fragile life is, and to treasure every moment of it. We drove around for a bit, to enjoy the day, and Vin loves to drive. We were in my old town, East Hartford. Swung by his grandparents’ old house to check out the old neighborhood. While driving along he spotted an old friend from when he used to play baseball and stuff. We were out for a good part of the day, but it all seemed to pass in a flash. On the way home we picked up a few more beers for home. In my mind I was reluctant for some reason.. but I said what the hell, why not? I did it for my brother, who could of used a few, and I did it for myself; it’s not often I bound with my brother on this level, it’s not often I drink. With a recent court issue he just found out about when he got home, I really can’t predict what will happen to him next, or when the next time I’ll get the opportunity to chill-out with’em.