One of the hardest things for me is to make a condolence phone call to a dear one. A high school friend of mine lost his father to kidney disease earlier today in Pakistan. I haven’t spoken to him in years, probably met his father once but I couldn’t help calling him. While he was the one who lost his father, he sounded much calmer than my nervous sorry self. Now, I have a heart ache from hell.
January 14, 2011
Circle of Life