A few months ago, I wrote a post about my desire to help out a dear friend whose husband was fighting brain cancer. On Wednesday, I attended a prayer service in his memory. I went to the service to support my friend, but also to say goodbye on my own account. You see, over the five short years I've been friends with their family, I had come to like, admire and respect my friend's husband. I like to think we'd even begun to become friends on our own account. We'd sat and cheered on our children's soccer games, chatting about literature,... More »