Our friend died yesterday.
Larry was Mike and Tony’s boyhood friend.
Their strong bond only strengthened over the years.
A divorced father of two, Larry would spend most holidays and family celebrations at Tony’s house where we would all congregate.
Those three boys would tell tales that only got taller with time.
Christmas night at our house was the last time we saw Larry.
He died peacefully, yet unexpectedly at his home.
Alone.
Mike called me from New Orleans to break the news.
After my initial shock, my thoughts turned to Jordan.
How are we going to tell her?
She was crazy about Larry, and he returned her affection.
“You’re going to marry my son one day”, he’d tease her.
“Only if he’s a Cowboy”, she’d retort.
And then they would laugh.
It’s been 24 hours now and I still haven’t told her.
I don’t know how.
She has experienced so much pain this year, so much loss.
But somehow, through it all, her spirit continues to soar.
Now I risk breaking that spirit again.
I can’t do it.
Not today.
Mike will be home tomorrow.
I guess we’ll sit her down then.
Yeah.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day to break her heart.
Again.
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