Sorry for your loss, Smurph. While I did not know Kosar, he came off as a smart and funny guy, and it is clear he had a ton of friends.
His passing reminds me of one of my closest buddies, Dave. Dave and I became fast friends at LSU, and were always poking fun at each other and everyone else. I would mock his scratchy voice, while he would mock my countless defficiencies. We were constantly belly-laughing about one thing or another. He had moved to Greenville, then to Charlotte, so for the past decade our relationship had evolved to periodic phone calls, tons of text messages and occasional weekenders for LSU/Saints football games, Jazz Fest, etc....
Well, he was found floating in the Mississippi River last summer. I knew he was a user.... we all did. But, Dave earned a great living and talked a good game. It was very easy to overlook his recreational drug consumption. Turns out that Dave had lost his job and then his house, but he was too proud to let me or any other friends know about it. He had moved to Baton Rouge a month prior to his death to stay with his mother while he rehabbed. I wish he had called me, as I would have been up there in an hour.
When I learned of Dave's passing, my emotions ranged from shock and disbelief to grief, then anger at myself for being a substandard friend before ranging back to grief at his services. I think about Dave from time to time. As a reflex I picked up my phone to call him in December when the bowl pairings were released to make plans for the cotton bowl. That was a sad day for me, but yesterday was even worse b/c this incident made me realize, or maybe accept is the better term, that I will never hear that scratchy voice again. Love ya, Dave:toast:
