Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water
It's been almost 6 months since my friend John died. I think about him all the time, honestly, more often by far than I did when he was alive. Does that make me a selfish person? Maybe, but I prefer to think that I just counted on his existence as a given. The way we think of our parents or siblings or children as part of our lives that will always be there. I always made sure when I spoke with John that he knew how deeply I valued him, I have no regrets in that, but I , like most people, just always thought there would be another day. Paul was right when he said, "now, I need a place to hide away, oh I believe in yesterday ." John was an amazing man, full of life and smiles and love and such a gift to the people whose lives he touched. Which is not to say he was always happy or without sadness. He was a real person, and more than that he was a man who grew up in a rural midwestern blue collar family that was deeply...