I've been thinking about my friend,and all of the good times that we had in about 45 years of friendship from elementary school,till his death a week,and a half ago.
It was an honor to know my best friend who was peaceful,and well liked by everyone. It was my honor to have been his friend. He has a wife,and daughter who are mourning his death.
I wish that I knew how depressed he was. I had no idea. He lived in another state because he played college football there,and liked that state.
I talked to another friend of his in my state,and he said that he knew that he was depressed,but he had no idea that he would do this. BF