Today my childhood friend, Shellie, is having a hard time getting through the third anniversary of her father’s death. My heart goes out to her. I know how much he meant to her and how hard it still is to face the loss.
Shortly after he passed I wrote this post. It has been fascinating to go back three years and read where I was then. Most of the guys I mention at the end of the post are still in my life and some have had life changes of their own that have actually made our friendships richer. I could definitely add to that list now.
Have I run into a jerk or two along the way? Absolutley. But I remain committed to my fundamental belief that people are inherently good and loving. I won’t be daunted by the shadows that threaten to convince me otherwise.
Remembering Mark Millings today and thinking of you, Shellie Bell.