Sunday Christopher and I attended a memorial service for a yet another friend that passed away suddenly and much to soon. His name was Jim Grassi, and I met him when I changed a few things in my life 13 years ago. We weren’t close, we didn’t hang out, but Jim was always a nice, honest and straight up kind of fellow. He was a handsome and intelligent person who had chest pains, called the doctor, went to get a prescription and apparently had a heart attack in the car on the way to the pharmacist. Just that quickly. I didn’t know Jim’s partner but I certainly felt his pain as he sat in the obligatory widow’s pew in the front row of Unity church. I saw the back of his head shake as he cried and I stroked the top of Chris’s hand.

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