Seven year ago today my friend Chad died. I’ve been sitting here thinking about that time and remembering those days before he died. He was in Little Rock with his amazing wife, kids, family, friends. I was getting updates via phone while I went through the motions of my first days temping at a law firm downtown.
I can’t remember the call I received to tell me he had died.
I can’t remember making any of the plans to fly down for his funeral.
But I remember the funeral and his wake the night before. I remember all of his friends and how packed the church was that morning for his service. I remember how strong I thought his wife was. How strong and how young. I remember beginning to cry in the parking lot after the service was over and not stopping, for what still seems like forever.
I can’t find my favorite picture of him and I when we were young and beautiful.
But I remember him.
Today I remember him clearly.
