A dear friend of mine/ours died unexpectedly and suddenly yesterday morning. This is the second friend I've had die this year. (The first was a clergy friend who was a few years behind me in seminary and whose cancer came back.)
This time, is was the guy who was our first DM in D&D, who (with his wife) first welcomed us into their home and community in NL when we moved there. They were our first friends on the island.
He encouraged Eriol to get move involved in the community, and while that didn't stick, it was still a good experience and it (again) showed us we were welcome in that small town.
He was a truly good man, a friend to all animals (he and his wife ran a cat rescue/TNR org in town for close to a decade), and deeply devoted to his wife.
Even if we didn't keep in touch as much as I would have liked/should have, I still thought of him often and warmly - especially this time of year, when "the Americans all throw [him] a fabulous birthday party" (his birthday was July 4).
The world is a less good place without him in it.
This time, is was the guy who was our first DM in D&D, who (with his wife) first welcomed us into their home and community in NL when we moved there. They were our first friends on the island.
He encouraged Eriol to get move involved in the community, and while that didn't stick, it was still a good experience and it (again) showed us we were welcome in that small town.
He was a truly good man, a friend to all animals (he and his wife ran a cat rescue/TNR org in town for close to a decade), and deeply devoted to his wife.
Even if we didn't keep in touch as much as I would have liked/should have, I still thought of him often and warmly - especially this time of year, when "the Americans all throw [him] a fabulous birthday party" (his birthday was July 4).
The world is a less good place without him in it.