I lost a good friend Sunday April 28th.
My buddy Dave was found dead of a heart attack at his home by friends.
I had only known Dave for nine years, but we were as close as brothers when he was sober. When Dave drank, he was an impossible oaf (reminds me of me) and hard to love.
Still, we were friends.
Dave was three years younger than me, but his disease contributed heavily to his early demise.
Several of us spoke at his memorial last Friday, and we all agreed that when Dave was off the booze, there wasn't a kinder soul on the planet.
I treasure his friendship and miss him.