Goodbye old friend

As you get older, you have to get used to change. The most obvious change is bodily. That person you see in the mirror is no longer recognizable from the person you were forty years ago (or more). Change can be good and bad. Some change is evitable

Last week I lost a dear friend of over thirty years. My wife and I met her when she our kids started preschool at St. Peters. During those thirty-plus years, we had gone down many roads together: sharing in hard times and good times. I loved Nancy. We could sit for hours talking about food and how we prepare it. In some of my darkest hours before I lost Jane, Nancy's shoulder was strong and capable. She never turned her back on a friend. I will forever hold Nancy in my heart.

My father told me one time that you learn to accept death of friends and loved ones. He said instead of anguishing over what you'll miss, think about what you had, and that will stay with you forever. Nancy will be with me forever.