Remember that wisecrack I made on the first page about outliving everybody?
Be careful what you say.
I just got a call from the wife of one of my oldest friends, about an hour ago. He died this morning, of a heart attack. We had just talked on the phone Tuesday night, the first time I've talked with him in over a year. He told me he had been on heart meds, and they had talked about putting in a pacemaker, but he seemed so happy. His life was really going well. His marriage was a good one, and he was so very proud of his son, who is 5, and doing really well in school. He had gotten reconciled with one of his daughters from his first marriage, and was looking forward to walking her down the aisle at her wedding in a couple of years. He was getting on well at his business, and finally getting a profit from it. His Christian walk was a good one. He was even thinking of finishing his ministry schooling. He was 42.
It still seems like a bad dream. But. I know where he's at, now, and I know I'll see him again. And we'll laugh and talk and walk those streets of gold together.
Funny. Tuesday I talked with him, and with two other old friends, and then the next morning I heard from another old friend, that I used to work with. And I started to wonder what was up; even asked my best friend if he had ever felt like he had just been moved on the big chess board.
Guess now I know. God moves. We are the pieces. Praise God. And I thank God that He gave me one last conversation with my friend before He called him home.
Mood? Sad, for my friend's family, and because I miss him already. But happy for him. He is now perfect.