On the occasion of his 90th birthday, my best friend Jim's sister asked me to write a few words for the scrapbook she was making. Since friendships like ours are so precious, I'd like to share with you what I wrote.
I’m having lunch today with my best friend Jim. We’ll probably go to a tavern where Jim will fuss about which beer to order. He likes draft, of course. A man of firm opinions, big and small, he doesn’t tease me anymore when I order a diet coke.
Jim is my partner at the bridge table and my partner in politics. We have a lot to talk about. Behind the conversation is my deep appreciation for this wonderful man. He knows my family secrets because he prepared my will as a favor. He’s seen me without makeup when he came to my rehab room on a lonely Saturday night.
The most important feeling in life is to feel included, right? That’s what Jim and Phyllis have given to me. Sharing a bit of this crazy life with Jim, how lucky is that?
I say “Thank God for Jim”, knowing that will prompt a very big laugh from this firm atheist.