Years ago my friend Jim and I agreed to meet for a workout.
I didn’t make it there. Slept in or something. And I never saw Jim again, because a couple days later he took his life.
I felt terrible. But there were, of course, undercurrents in his life that few if any of us knew about.
Couldn’t believe it when I saw the obituary in our paper. Oh, no. Not our dear, sweet, kind, smiley, funny, super-intelligent Jim.