About Joe    29 July 1990:

As you get older, saying from the past take on new meanings.

I don’t know the origin of this one.  “Minutes seem to last forever when you are young . . . but . . . years seem to vanish at the snap of your finger when you are old.”

Getting dressed for church this morning I found this note in a box of cufflinks that belonged to Joe.  We had known each other for years, worked projects together (mostly at church,) and spent endless hours in fellowship.  One of those your home, my home kinda things.  We both grew up in Houston, Texas.

Over the phone, Joe related the events of a family vacation in Colorado with his three grown kids and all the grandkids.  I had known them growing up, marriage . . . all that stuff.

The phone rings and Kathleen screams “Joe has shot himself.”  My heart stopped.

A couple hours earlier . . . not the slightest hint of what was to come.

Here almost three decades later, it still makes me cry and wonder.

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