A close friend from my high school years passed away in the last fortnight, and I’m ‘hurtin.
With a busy schedule, almost overwhelming in the fall, I hardly have had time to grieve, but his smiling face has appeared often in my consciousness as I have gone about my daily routine lately. There were times when I would stop and laugh out loud at something I remember him saying.
He was always a gregarious person, never taking himself seriously and was forever making fun of his friends good-naturedly. He loved a good story and he loved those who made him laugh—a classic raconteur.