Lounge of Tomorrow - That Call Before 7am

Audra (EH) received a phone call while we were still asleep in bed this morning. The next few moments were filled with crushing heart break as we learned that her beloved dad suddenly died this morning.

I've had the distinct pleasure of knowing Peter Haskell these past few years. I nervously met him first when her family invited this stranded east coast boy to a family thanksgiving dinner (Brad too was invited and in attendance). This was only about a month into dating Aud. From day one, he was warm and welcoming. He was one of those fellas that charms the room with his stories and welcomes the newcomer as long lost family.

Over the years I got to know him better and often engaged in light-hearted but earnest and intelligent discussions about life, the universe and everything (but mostly politics). He came to refer to me as Aud's little fascist, which I took as a term of endearment.

After I got my Porsche, I don't think anyone was more excited than he. I gave him a spirited ride as he told stories of his past exciting experiences of times in sexy sports cars. I will always remember that brief ride and hope he enjoyed it a fraction as much as I.

He treated me like family (but in a good way) and for that I am ever thankful. It would be dishonest for me to say that I didn't need or wish for a few more years with the man, but I can acknowledge that I am indeed fortunate for the time and experiences I had.

To a fellow atheist, a profound student of history and a lover of life, I toast my glass to you good sir. I vow to take the best care of our broken-hearted girl that I can. You leave a wake of love, laughter and insight that is impossible to fill but inspirational to follow.