My friend of almost 30 years, John Stiborek, died March 25th, about 8:30 am. He was diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme, inoperable Oct 1st. He went fast. Writing this is not about him. It’s about me.
I had sworn off funerals. I will be breaking that and going to his. Not for him not for me, but because his family loves me and would want me there. My friend is not the only one that died that day, that week. Easter is coming up…
