BFF

I have been trying for several days to write this post. First of all, I couldn't find any pictures. JP solved that problem last night by spending several hours scanning in old photos.

And now, I just don't know what to say. How can I describe the life of a man who was the best friend of MY best friend?

JP met R in college, where they were roommates, classmates, and confidants. JP told me time and again how brilliant R's mind was. (JP is on the far left, R is the tall one with glasses, second from the right.)



We were lucky enough to be close enough to R and his wife geographically to get together every now and then. As R, and then JP became busy with their careers, and JP with his kids, life got a bit busy. We weren't able to fit in all the visits we wished we could have.

I knew R slightly in college, and got to know both him and his wife better after JP and I were married. I knew him as a very cheerful and gentle person, a respected Physician, and truly part of my husband's heart.

They were in each other's weddings. R's:



Ours:



They went camping...



and golfing.



He was always up for a good game of cards,or watching Monty Python (both he and JP knew all of "Holy Grail" by heart.)



When he became ill, about 3 years ago, he didn't stop working. He didn't stop smiling or laughing. He didn't give up.

We learned last Thursday that his long fight was over. Though I am saddened by his loss, I cannot imagine the pain felt by his wife, or his best friend. I am so sorry.