I'm shedding more than a few tears this morning. I just found out my best friend's Dad died last night.
This is one of those events that makes most of us reflect on our own mortality, but this situation is a little more complicated than that.
It's been a long time since my dear friend left this life. Over fifteen years. My gods! How did that happen? How did I let fifteen years go by so easily?
Isn't it strange how the death of someone we love can push us closer together to the people they loved, or sometimes, we just drift apart?
For me, it was the latter. I didn't mean for it to happen...it just did.
Sure, I saw her family a few times in the years just after her death. Then her husband married a beautiful woman, who honors the memory of my friend, and they started a beautiful family. I didn't see her parents or sister all that much, but I heard bits and pieces of news over the years.
Then just like that, her Dad was gone.
When I realized how much time had passed, it really put things into perspective.