My friend Tom died this morning. Although we knew it was coming, it's still hard.
I met Tom and Wanda at dance class and we immediately formed a tight friendship. He called me "Gilbert" instead of my given name because we both were connected at time with that town. He fished in Gilbert while I once worked there as editor of the Pocono Post.
For the last few years, we were with Tom and Wanda during a lot of happy events dances, kayak trips, dinners, and even cruises.