Six weeks ago, Herman and I lost one of our dearest friends, Steve, to cancer. From the time he went into the hospital to the time he passed was only three weeks. We thought that was the end to that tragedy, but we were dead wrong.
We found out today that Steve’s surviving spouse, who is also a dear friend, Lee, has committed suicide. Herman and I are both gut-shot. We had talked to Lee over the phone several times, and were planning to drive up to San Francisco in two weeks to help Lee get his affairs and paperwork in order.
I can’t help thinking that if we’d gotten up there sooner, this might not have happened. I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt so empty.