Sigh....

A few weeks ago I learned about a former classmate who had passed away. Our families were friends years ago. My father and his father played poker together, in fact it was while playing poker with this man that my father won a huge blue 1970's boat of a car. The car ultimately became my sister's. When we went to the Vineyard to meet this man and his family, the dock was teaming with people as we disembarked from the Ferry. I remember hearing my parents say, "How are we ever going to find him?" My response, "Look for a tall man laughing loudly!" He has a deep infectious laugh.

Our families have not been in touch in years and years. Such is life with divorce and moving away. I learned this morning that he has passed away. His children had not heard from him in a few days, the police were called for a well check only to discover he had passed. I can't imagine how horrible this is for his surviving children and his grandchildren, especially so soon on the heels of the death of his son. My heart aches for them and my eyes burn with tears.

And life goes on...