My heart is breaking today. Just a few minutes before BFF was to pick me up for work, she called with the horrible news that our friend Lizard's husband was dead. She found him this morning in his tv room and he was already gone. 55 years old. He was a robust man's man and bigger than life, no sign of sickness, heart trouble...nothing. Unfortunately, he smoked and otherwise did not treat his body as he should. He will be missed. It just isn't real yet.
I'm at the airport, making my way to Indy with a heavy heart. Lizard wouldn't have it any other way and come to think of it, neither would've her husband. I will be back on Sunday and she is in the best of hands. What my wonderful network of friends do not take care of, her family will.
This is so hard. I love you, Lizard.
Sigh. Enjoy every moment.