I went to bed Friday night just knowing that life cannot get much better. We have all had that feeling before: great wife, great kids, business going strong, good health, looking forward to a fun weekend, the whole nine yards. Bammo!
On Saturday I got a call from one of my buddies. This guy I have known since high school. The type of friend that you know everything about and they know everything about you. In high school we were members of a cross country team. Like most high school teams, we did everything together and spent lots of time together, be it at practice or goofing off. We all knew each other pretty well.
After high school we all went our own way as we tried to make something of ourselves. Some of our group kept in touch and some just disappeared. But the bond of being on the same team as teenagers, and spending lots of time together in a quest of a common goal, would forever be intact. After 30 years of not seeing one another, I am sure that we could all pick up where we left off.
My buddy informed me that one of our group had passed away last week. Damn.
This was a guy that I think everyone liked. He was that type of person. He accomplished in his short life more than most of us could accomplish in 5 lifetimes. To call his life a success would be a major understatement. Here is a link to his obit: http://www.geo.mtu.edu/news/2009/Richard_Honrath.html.
I must echo the sentiments of one of the other guys on that team as he posted it to the obituary, "how I wish I could go on one last run with him".