03.03.09
The Passing of Friends
Early last evening I helped bury another good friend, Frank Gray. Frank is the second of my good friends that have died these past months. The other was Kenny Boyd. Both men left behind a wife, children, grandkids and those of us who proudly called them friends. I do not know why they were called home at this time and place but they have gone on and left us behind. We are left with memories of the time we spent together and the bonds we had formed. Somehow it does not seem like enough and I’m left wanting something more. I know that there will not be anything else until I join them in that final passage when we will have eternity together. Until then, I will miss them terribly knowing full well that those kind of friends can never be replaced. I am poorer for their absence.
