Forty-four is too young to leave this world.
But I am not God.
Sitting at my friend’s funeral (talk about a surreal experience), I decided to write something about him. Something from my heart. Something I wish I had the foresight to give to him before.
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I lost a friend to heaven a week or so ago. And the more I’ve thought about him and our relationship, it occurred to me there was one thing I never thanked him for. So here goes,
Dear Rick,
Remember the day I stopped you and Karen after church? I had heard you were the athletic type and wanted to pick your brain about the sport of triathlon. Talking that day in the heat of June midday you offered, “There’s a great race at the beach end of August, you’ll be ready if you start training now.”
