My neighbor Paul died last week in a terrible car accident and today was the funeral. I knew Paul his whole life, he was only 24 when he died, and I still think of him as ‘little Paul’ (he was well over 6 feet for many years). It’s hard to comprehend when someone so young dies. Last weekend I was invited to a baby shower, this weekend was Paul’s funeral, and in two weeks I am going to a friends wedding. That whole circle of life thing is weird.
