I lost a friend today. I walked in to the gym this afternoon. A placard was standing there. It had his picture in it. It was him. He lost a battle with cancer. He’d fought for 3 years.
I met him once, 3 years ago. He came to my wedding. I don’t remember saying more than 5 words to him. I remember his face. It shone with joy and kindness.
I was planning on writing about the frustration, anger and disappointment we create for ourselves when we live in “Supposed to” – You know … It’s not supposed to be like this, I’m not supposed to be here – When we insist that reality be something other than what it is.
Over the past few years, Jen and I would ask each other, “Have you seen him?” “I wonder what happened to him?” I never asked anyone though. I think I was supposed to.
Who are you supposed to talk to today? Save yourself the frustration, anger and disappointment. Instead of thinking about it, do it.
Maurice, I’m sorry I wasn’t a good friend. God, forgive me. We’re glad you’re back home with your Lord.