I was at the bus stop. The kids clamoring behind me in the car. Arguing about something. Lunches or how I drove too fast or what pet we should get. I check my phone to see how late the bus is and see the email. You are telling me that a man who has been my mentor and longest lasting relationship outside of family has died. And not in the way you hope the people you love will die.
The sound in the SUV seems to fall away as I am flooded with memories of late night phone calls, encouragement, the sharing of dreams, that even with more then 25 years of history we never once were on the same coast at the same time.
The bus comes and I am alone in the car and I read the email again and again. Life and loss so intertwined.
