I will be attending two celebrations of life this month.
The first is for my friend Margaret.
I wrote about her in one of my recent columns, about her surprise 90th birthday party with 50 of her friends and neighbors. Margaret died in December, a week before she was scheduled to go on a trip to Africa.
I am comforted by the thought that people got to celebrate her 90th birthday with her.
The other is for a 50-year-old work colleague who was killed by a stray bullet. He leaves behind a wife and children. His death is senseless, tragic, and shocking.
I add to this something which I have been unable to write about thus far, because it’s been too painful;