Lots of folks responded to my Facebook post this morning about a funeral. Out of respect for the family (those that know me know who it was for) I'll just leave it that it was a beloved family member of a dear friend who passed after a long and happy life. I attended to support my friend and his family in their hour of loss because they are my chosen family. Not related by blood, these are people that nonetheless will see me to hell and back again, and I them.
In many ways, I feel very much the same about a good portion of the folks I've met through the whole "gun thing".
In specific, though, it's been a tough time for my friend, and while I haven't been able to do much more than offer encouraging words and stand on the sidelines and pray for him, I'm here for him if/when he needs me. He has done the same for me in times of crisis, and he's someone that I consider my brother. You should count yourself lucky if you find a friend that close; I've been very blessed in that I have found many.
To the last mile, my friend.
That is all.