ET’s Gone Home

This week, we lost one of the most outgoing, happy, loving, gracious people I have ever met. Tonight, I gave his wife a long hug and whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

And I am.

I’m sorry that cancer stole the love of her life way too soon.

I’m sorry that she will know this pain so young.

I’m sorry that this family will have to find a way to live without this man they loved so much.

… and there is so much more.

I’m sorry that we didn’t spend more time together.

I’m sorry that we didn’t do more to help you fight.

I’m sorry that we weren’t there as much as we should have been.

I’m sorry for so many things.

Mostly, I’m so sorry that he’s gone.

I know he’s with God. I know that as sure as I’m here typing while tears rush down my face. He’s  no longer in pain – no longer suffering.

ET has gone home. I consider myself blessed to have known him. I consider myself doubly-blessed to have called him a friend.