I was just about to do a mundane post about how I fixed the lamp and what my next rock tumbling project will be and then my old friend called. And this is the old friend that painted that portrait of Dad as well as three others that I have up in my house. We have not talked in years. I knew her daughter had died of a drug overdose, but she told me details and that it was a planned suicide and it was awful. We talked about everything. Wow. That was a lot of information to process. I wish we had stayed in touch.