The Griz

Yesterday I stopped by an old friend’s house to say goodbye to him.  He is terminally ill and the time that he has left here can be easily measured with the minute hand on a clock.  It was perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done in my whole life.  I haven’t seen as much of Tim in the last few years as my divorce has inexplicably separated me from not only my ex-wife but my Christian friends as well.  Though my faithful God has supplied me with a new crop of friends, I have been holding on to hopes that some of my previous friendships would be restored as well.  Ironically, Tim Griswold is the one and only friend that has been courageously faithful to me over the years.  I hope that I have been as good a friend to him as he has been to me.  I will miss him, if fact I already do.