Most days are good, some days are bad but today was one of the worst. A very good friend of ours was hit by a car on a country lane and died.
It was an unimaginably devastating day for his wife, kids and parents. It was an awful day for everyone who knew him. He was extremely popular. If the measure of a man is how many people loved him then he was a giant.
I’ll miss his wit, his phone calls when looking for Mirinda, just him, really. Though I didn’t see him very often it really felt like I did because Mirinda spoke about him nearly every day. He was a big part of our lives.
Time heals, I guess, but it doesn’t feel like it today.