A friend’s dad died Thursday. They sent me an email and apologized for not being able to tell people bad news. Who does that? Who apologizes for not knowing how to tell a friend that their dad has died. Not your dad, their dad. The thing is… I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what to say. Just said I was sorry. Deeply sorry that their family was facing this… sorry that they had lost their father…. and sorry there was nothing I could do. They replied that of everything they only needed one thing… to talk. So I did what I could, I talked to thrm at all hours of the night on the phone whenever they wanted. We talked about anything we needed to. I’m not sure how I would handle losing my dad. I look at Keri, and I wonder how she does it… how she faces the possibility of losing her father everyday… and I don’t know the answers but I do truly know one thing…. They’re gonna make it because they’re strong… because they loved their father and because of this love they could say goodbye… because surviving is sometimes all you can do.