Most days are terribly difficult. Some more so than others.
Such an ordinary Thursday. Picked up the photograph I'd had printed especially for this particular couple, bought a frame and some wrapping paper, wrapped the gift, wrote the card, drove to the groom's house, wished him well, and left with a face full of smiles.
He was Josh's best friend from kindergarten through 8th grade. He's an ornithologist; I taught him to bird, on a trip our families made out west together when the boys were twelve. He's finishing his Ph.D. at the University of Chicago, where Josh was an undergraduate. He and his fiancee' live in Hyde Park, blocks from where Josh and his girlfriend lived. They're getting married Sunday in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, where we spent hours with our kids.
Really, it feels as if it just happened last night. My skin feels the same, as if it were being pierced by a thousand knives.
I am going to spend Saturday at the Presbyterian Church's bi-annual General Assembly. I'm going to spend Sunday with my congregation.
There are not enough distractions on this planet.