a friend of mine whom i met while living in ireland lost her father to cancer this morning.
i found out about this from a mutual friend who emailed me this morning to tell me the news.
while i didn’t know this person well, i considered his daughter to be a good friend of mine while living on the emerald isle.
i remember driving somewhere with him, listening and singing along to roger miller’s “king of the road”.
[i’m a man of means, by no means]
this morning after i heard the news, i put that song on my itunes and listened in silence.
he’s in a much better place, but it is still difficult to take.
makes me wish i could be there for my friend. i can’t imagine losing a parent.