In Memoriam

Just a couple of days before Jack left us, I went to look at his bluebonnets one more time. They were looking even more fragile and their blue color was even more faded than before. But next spring they will be back again, even more beautiful, strong and resilient, just like my good friend always was and always will be.

The person I write about here died before his time, at 48. We were 30 years apart and friends for a couple of decades, blowing away the theory that intergenerational friendships don't work.

I met Leonard briefly once. He was kind of spindly, but warm and friendly. He'd just spent 30 years working on his mountain... I know not why, but even as a non-believer, I'm glad he did.