Tough times for friends. Puts my petty problems into sharp perspective. My dear, dear buddy Mark’s marriage has fizzled. Another friend dropped dead Sunday. Barely into his fortieth decade on the planet.
I am heartbroken, and yet, a celebration is planned for buddy Mark’s fiftieth birthday this weekend. It’ll be here at my abode. Bittersweet. It’ll be good for him to have his friends around him. But there will those who will be missed….