A dear, sweet, friend of mine for 40 years, died on Sunday night. I’ve been terribly depressed about it all week. He was a funny guy, devoted Aggie, a master saxophonist, Mexican food aficionado, a Civil War enthusiast, and just an overall intellectual giant, that everyone recognized as the “go to“ lawyer in Texas in his field.
He took care of his ailing mother for many years, before she passed. He seem to be very depressed for a long time. But he recently sold her house, moved to a loft in Dallas, met and married a beautiful, sweet woman, and seem to be genuinely happy for the first time in many years.
The information that I have received from mutual friends is deeply confusing. Some people say he committed suicide. Other say he had a respiratory ailment and was going to the hospital. The death announcement says he died at home, but does not give the reason. I fear it may have been suicide, because of the very vague information provided.
I was fresh out of law school when we first met. He was two years ahead of me, but provided so much mentoring and support through the years. I just feel like the world is a little worse off.