I had planned to write about graduation.
Now it is otherwise.
I had planned to enjoy a riotous old age with this man as friend.
Our friend Joel, cartoonist, script writer, story teller, died May 8.
He was walking with his wife Nancy.
The hidden clot in his lung grabbed him.
He fell backward, hard, head on concrete.
A week later we friends came.
Carrying bouquets of stories.
Discovering so many other “best friends,” their own memory posies clutched tightly.
We cried and laughed. Laughed and cried. Together.
At College Mennonite Church, Goshen, Indiana,
Precious Lord, Take My Hand
Jesus Loves Me
Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow
Sudden death is a terrible thing. Sudden community, a balm in Gilead.
If you knew Joel, please leave a memory below. If you have lost a friend without warning, what did you do to assuage the loss? How have you continued to remember that friend? Where did you find comfort?