Gut Rumbles

August 16, 2004

my friend steve

I've written about Steve Hamby before, but this post made me think about him again tonight. I loved that man like a brother. I've never had a better friend in my life.

Steve and I met a long time ago, when we were both young and foolish. We went on many a rampage together before we both sobered up and started living sane lives. He got married for a second time, moved to Augusta and raised two fine children . I always stayed in touch with him no matter how far apart we were. Steve was... STEVE and we could talk about anything.

Did you ever have a friend like that? One who knew every wart you had and still liked you anyway? I did, and that person was Steve.

I watched him die of prostate cancer shortly after I was diagnosed with the same disease. We compared notes about the humiliating treatment we went through and laughed a lot about it. (heh. We argued about who had the biggest tool stuck up his ass by some quack doctor.) It surely ain't no fun, but it IS humorous if you look at it the right way.

But Steve's cancer spread and mine didn't.

Once he had it all through his bones and knew that he was going to die, he came to see me one last time. He brought his children with him and young Scott taught me how to post a link on my blog. That boy is sharp. Steve's daughter is a beautiful young woman.

I knew that when Steve pulled out of my driveway on Sunday morning, I would never see him again. He was wearing a back-brace and a morphene patch at the time and he was in constant pain. He gave me a big hug before he left the Crackerbox. "You're the best friend I ever had, Rob," he told me. I started to tear-up and get all mushy.

"Steve," I started to say, but he just bear-hugged me and said, "You don't need to say anything. We had a lot of good times. I've had a good life. Don't worry about me."

I don't worry because Steve was reconciled to his fate. But I think about him all the time. And Steve, if that pisses you off. kiss my Cracker ass.

YOU know how I am. You know better than anybody else.


This post, plus others, says Steve was a great guy. Everyone should be blessed with such a friend and such memories.

Posted by: Indigo on August 16, 2004 11:31 PM

Well, you did it, Rob. You made me cry. This one hit close to home. Your friend Steve was lucky to have you in his life too.

Posted by: flax on August 17, 2004 01:20 AM


Posted by: Stevie on August 17, 2004 04:18 AM

I know that loss all too well. My best died way too young by the hand of some young punk trying to beat traffic. It is almost 3 years since it happens and not a week goes by that I do not think of her. I have not yet been able to let my guard down and let anyone else into my life on the same level that she was. It still hurts.

Posted by: Anna on August 17, 2004 09:09 AM
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