Lost Friends

Today would have been Michael Franklin Mays 55th birthday. We used to hunt together, we worked together, sometimes worshiped together and often did our physical fitness training together. Mike isn't here anymore. Neither is my dad. I considered him a friend as well as my dad, at least after I got old enough to have considered opinions unaffected by childish rebelliousness. Others, older and younger than me, have departed over the years. I remember them all and value my time with them all the more.

This morning I said a prayer for them, for their families, and for their friends. May God's good grace wash over us all and help us be as a good a friend to others as those lost friends were to us.