Yesterday, I found out that a very good college friend – my fraternity brother – died in Iraq.
I held it together as I talked to one of my co-workers right after I found out. The co-worker mistakenly started off our conversation by calling me a “tree-hugging liberal.” Usually I just laugh when he says things like that. Yesterday, I didn’t laugh.
I held it together while I talked to numerous fraternity brothers about what had happened. Details are still sketchy. Most of us are still a little numb. I know I am.
I held it together…until I had to tell my wife. And that’s when I lost it. I don’t know if Crystal’s ever seen me cry before yesterday.
Yesterday, Freeman Gardner, my fraternity brother, my friend, died in Iraq.
Today is a very bad day.
Tomorrow, I will go buy the first suit I’ve bought in 8 years. It will be black.