Nine years ago, almost exactly, I lost my best friend David to cancer. His big sister Laura quickly became as dear a friend. Our “replacement Dave,” not least in her ability to drink. Family, really.
Melissa and I just heard a few minutes ago that Laura died today after a long battle with… pretty much everything, it seemed. We both hurt for our own reasons, but right now we’re most concerned for her son, Jay — my brother — and his wife, Kat — my other me.
If you pray, throw in a little something for the three of them tonight. If like me, you don’t, then do that thing we wish were prayers but isn’t.