Have you ever been absolutely thrilled for someone you love, while knowing that you face a loss in light of their good fortune? I’m happy-sad like that today.
July 5, 1994, marked my first day on the job as Operations Manager, at a transportation company in Merced, CA, where we lived. It was also Barry’s first day. He was hired as the Controller and we became fast friends. I guess those of us who only have sisters are at least mildly curious what it’s like to have a brother. I found out when Barry came into my life. In time, Mitch and I met his wife, Sherri, and suffice it to say, the four of us have done life together ever since.
Our children were young. Heck, I remember the day their youngest was born. We have camped together, moved each other innumerable times, and walked through the joys and heartbreaks of raising kids. We have shared the sorrow of burying parents and a child. Thankfully, our kids are all grown now and doing well, so we even share in the relief of that.
This past week, we watched as they closed the door on the U-Haul truck for the last time. By the time you read this, they will be settling into their retirement home in the woods outside a small community in Montana. They’ve been prepping for this for years and I couldn’t be happier for them. On the other hand, I have a catch in my throat. I mean, the reasoning part of me, knows this is an exciting new chapter and we will stay close and they are only a plane ride away. But there is another part that is painfully aware of the miles that will separate us. I fear things might change.
I love these two more than I can say. As friends, they are faithful and dependable. As human beings, they are upright and ethical. I am eternally grateful to count them as friends and I wish them the best that God has and pray a blessing on them as they go. I will miss them.