Josh was one of the best friends a guy could ask for. Sally and I had gotten to know Josh and Lorna while serving as missionaries in Ketchikan. They had a little girl and boy about Cassidy and Carson's age. In some ways, we have never really spent enough time with them to love them as much as we do. During two winters we lived away from camp. Six months each time.
As I talked to Lorna today, I was hearing from a woman (and a family) talking about depending on Jesus to make it through each day. Although we've been to his grave and mourned with the family, it is sometimes still surreal to grasp that Josh is gone. He was an amazing man. Not perfect. But amazing.
Seems like I've been thinking a lot about friendship these days. Went last week to my 25th class reunion in Hillsboro. Great to see people for the first time, in some cases, since graduation. Sometimes I don't like going to the class reunions. I remember how much of a smart-alec I was. I'm sure they do too.
It's funny how relationships change. Remember going from Junior High to High School and how some of the people you always hung out with, you didn't hang out with anymore? Maybe I cling too much to the past, but I hate friendships changing. They are a lot of work. People move. Ideals change. I tend to hold on to the hope that the time and energy we have invested will stand the test of life.
That's probably why I've been greatly encouraged by connecting with a close high school friend again. Though living only a few miles apart, we have not done much together over the past 10 years. But he and I have been grabbing lunch lately. We've been talking about where life is taking us, where we want to get to, and how we are going to get there. I like that. It makes my heart smile again.
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