Profound Fullness, Root Beer, and Fresh Milk
My friend was not always my friend. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t always who he came to be. I don’t even know if I would’ve liked him once upon a time. He left heartache in the wake of his life. There were years of pain. Some dealt to him and some dealt by him. And... He was happy. He carried pain – physical, and one must assume emotional, even though he likely wouldn’t focus on that. Each time we spoke, he mentioned his children or the Lord, or both. He wasn’t chatty, but if he had...
