He wasn’t exactly a friend, the man who died this morning. We enjoyed talking when we met, but neither of us sought out the other’s company. We lived in very different worlds. He was a wildly successful businessman, who’d created a business that recycled materials people actually wanted to buy. I was a writer who tried to create words people wanted to read.
The death even of someone who’s not exactly a friend knocks a hole in your world. It takes away someone who ought to be there…..
Praise the Lord