Am I grateful enough? I think not.

“Am I grateful enough? I think not.” Those words will forever echo in my sober soul. The man who spoke them was a wonderful man named David F. He died on Saturday after his motorcycle was hit by a van. We got the news as we were celebrating a friend’s birthday at a local pizza joint. (“We” is a group of 20 sober friends of all ages). We were shocked. We were stunned. We knew we would cry.

I was nervous to chair a meeting for my homegroup about a year ago and David F sat in the front row and told me I’d be great. Later on, I mentioned I was coming up on two years so he told me if I came to his homegroup on my anniversary, they’d buy me a chip. And they did. I’ll treasure that chip. He always asked about how my daughter was and how my plans to move to California were going. (She’s good, they’re not moving as quickly as I want, but God has a plan.) I loved most of all the perfection of his handlebar mustache. No one could rock one like Dave.

This weekend I’m going to go to his memorial. He touched my life and I’ll miss seeing him.

It made me realize how precious life is. How quickly someone can be gone.

The end.