I lost a dear friend on Sunday.
I always knew his life would not be long, but I secretly lied to myself that because he had such a great spirit, his new heart would last longer than anyone anticipated.
I can’t believe he will never stand in my kitchen again, grinning, telling us a story, and wearing his ever-present hat.
We were blessed with his friendship. His life may have been short and sometimes difficult, but he valued every moment, and I don’t know anyone who could do that as effortlessly as he seemed to.