Those Dreaded Calls....

My friend Chris from my hometown in New York called and asked me if I had a chance to look at my emails since my mother had sent me one this morning. Then he says that he had some very bad news for me. Of course, in these situations, ones heart goes into your throat, you think about your parents and your siblings, their spouses and kids and you wait for the awful news.

The awful death was of one of my high school buddies that got killed in an automobile accident. 45 years old with 3 young sons. He used to visit our house regularly and enjoyed fun times and BBQ with my lively family. He has been a close friend and a involved member of the community. He will be missed. Rest in peace.