I've steered clear of social media since Buffalo News colleague Allen Wilson died Saturday afternoon. After reflecting, I want to share something about him I'll cherish always. And I have a request ...
Allen's last words to me were delivered at what must've been a terrifying time. We'd just held the benefit for him at Ilio DiPaolo's. The night was uplifting and came shortly before he was to undergo a marrow transplant that we hoped would conquer his leukemia. The next morning, he learned his perfect-match donor no longer could help. The donor, Allen's brother, had a previously undetected condition. The transplant was canceled.
A couple days later, Al sent a note to say he loved me. I'm sure he told many others the same. But to read those unexpected words -- from one unrelated man to another -- landed flush.
A man facing death obtains a certain wisdom we might know but frequently take for granted. It was important for Allen to tell me how he felt.
Expressing affection while we're still able should be important for all of us. As such, I have a favor to ask: In tribute to Allen, tell at least one person for the first time that you love them. Men especially. Nobody ever would dare call Allen less of a man for telling coworkers and friends that he loved them. That, in fact, made him a bigger man.
I love you, too, Al.