Here’s To You…
The tradition of “The Toast” perseveres through time, alive and well. We rely on its absolute ability to break the ice at weddings and to soothe our sorrow after the death of a friend or a loved one. To give a heartfelt toast is for some folks a rare peek from behind the emotional armor they may be wearing. It’s a “safe” way to express oneself without getting too mushy. Sometimes we mean what we say, and sometimes we just say what we mean. More often than not, we just regurgitate an old-standby: “May you be in heaven a half-n hour before the devil knows your dead…” It’s all good…
Last Friday, I lost a friend to cancer. We weren’t really close friends, but friends nonetheless. We never failed to make small talk when we met somewhere. A smile exchanged walking down the aisle at church (that could have happened more often if I went regularly). We toiled together on a team roasting sixty cases of corn year after year for a fraternal charity. We raised our oldest daughters and just a few weeks ago, graduated them, together. We also shared an occasional beer over the years. It’s all good…
Here’s to a Good Guy! So-Long, Lou…
