“On the Death of a Friend”

Saturday, June 8, 2019

My friend, ___________, from Saturday morning group is dead.

I remember his kindness to me in picking up my tab at Frisch’s, and how much we enjoyed walking to Frisch’s, rather than driving.  We would talk and look for coins to pick up.  He was so good at that.

He was quiet: a doer, rather than a talker.  I like people who are doers, rather than talkers.  I am married to one.  Opposites attract.

God, I trust that he is with you.  If I loved my friend as best I could, how much more you!  Tell him I said, “Hey!”  Tell him also that I’m going to leave my car at the church this morning, and walk to Frisch’s and back.  I’ll look for coins.

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