|My friend, Jeff|
I remember that morning....mostly. For many months, I couldn't remember what went on not only on that day, but many days before that. The night before, a good friend of mine, Jeff, came over to deliver some signs he had created for our church. They looked good. We encouraged each other, laughed together, and after many joyous moments, he left and returned home.
Little did I know this Saturday was my last normal Saturday. Next was years of questioning, pain, sleeplessness, and rehab. None of this was not in my plan for my life.