It’s Been One Year
It’s been one year since Phil died tragically and unexpectedly. It’s been one year since I received that phone call from a clearly upset Joe followed by one from Joel on my drive home from work. I wanted to say something touching, moving, or eloquent in honor of him. I wanted to say something touching, consoling, comforting to his family. More than anything, I wanted to be able to hang out with him in my new apartment when he would’ve arrived here.
Instead I’m here with nothing to say, nothing to offer, no comforting words to share. It’s been one year since my friend died and I’m still at a loss for words. I’ve thought of him at least once every day since he died. He is a persistent reminder of how precious life is, how important family and friends are, and how imperative it is to experience every moment of life to its fullest.
To Mr. and Mrs. Thomas and Katherine, all I can offer is this: You and Phil will occupy my thoughts for the rest of my life.
