July 7, 2014
When I was 12, my best friend’s father passed away suddenly.
I didn’t know him all that well. Sometimes when I slept over he would take us to breakfast at the diner (I always thought he was super cool cause he knew the waitresses, and would make everyone laugh). But we weren’t close. I was a kid, and he was someone else’s dad.
Yet – I still think about him at least two or three times each year.