Yesterday I got some terrible news. My husband and I were in Las Vegas for a flag football tournament that he was playing in. We had just gotten back to the hotel after dealing with the theft of his fanny pack from his gym bag. Apparently, someone made off with it while my husband's team was playing and I was taking team photos. They got his checkbook and his cell phone, not to mention his wallet, driver's license and several credit cards.
But that wasn't the terrible news. We got back to the hotel room, and I checked my email. I got a note saying that a very dear friend had passed away sometime Friday or Saturday. His neighbor had gone to check on him as he had been ill for several months, and found that he had died in his apartment alone.
Of all of the things that have been happening over the past few months, this is the most difficult to face. I knew he had been ill, but I really wasn't prepared for his death. He was a very gentle and wise soul, as well as one of the most gifted musicians I have ever had the honor of knowing. I had the wonderful experience of not only working with him in the recording studio, but also performing with him onstage. I can only thank God that I was able to share a few moments of my life with such a man, and I am a better person for having known him.
Godspeed, my friend. You will be missed and always remembered.
