Columnist grieves friend's passing
When I first started writing this column back in '05, the stars lined up just right and an opportunity landed in my lap to attend the National Society of Newspaper Columnists' convention in Grapevine, Texas.
Besides being among newspaper writer royalty, I was struck by the passion and dedication they all had for their craft. Many of them had stories of never missing a deadline, despite all the baggage that gets in the way of life. Sickness, death, hardship and heartache didn't stop them from doing their job.
Not me. That was my goal at first, and it didn't last long.
It started with my editors forgetting me a couple of times. A simple mistake, likely due to my own invisibility. I do have a tendency to want to fly under the radar. Then when my brother passed I just couldn't, for a few weeks. Finally, this past summer I had the awesome excuse of being in a coma, which is probably the best excuse ever. What can you say to a coma? Nothing, that's what.
But today I am putting forth the effort, though it is half-hearted. I have suffered the loss of a dear friend, and I don't have the heart or the energy to eulogize. Not now.
So please hold us all in your prayers, and I deeply apologize for not offering you more right now. There are those few times in life when there are really no words, and this is one of them.
I pray that you all hold those dear to you close to your heart, and that you know peace.