In the midst of life we are in death. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. (Book of Common Prayer).
Last Sunday, July 19th 2009, my good pal Ben came to my home for dinner.
I invited Donald W and Jerry T to join us. Don and Jerry are local folks. I like them immensely. I would categorise them as lovely acquaintances, rather as dear friends.
We had a fine evening. I made a stir fry with shrimp and chorizo. We ate a “store bought” Banana Cream Pie for dessert.
This morning, July 21st I walked my dog Penne at 6:00 a.m. As often happens, I encountered Jerry T as he walked his two dogs.
As we paused to chat Jerry got teary eyed. He related that Donald has dropped dead on Monday night.
This is all too much.
On Sunday evening I enjoyed having Ben, Don and Jerry as dinner guests.
By Monday night Don had died.
If you pray, please do so for Jerry.
And spare a thought for me. I am the second youngest of “our gang” here in Sarasota.
Since I moved here in 2006, three of my pals/friends/acquaintances have died.
That’s not nice.