I can't believe how much I hate saying goodbye. Death feels like the ultimate, permanent loss, and it is excruciatingly painful. It is with deepest sadness that I say goodbye to Skip Fasel, one of the people who played a defining role in my youth. Skip cared so much about people. He was always a listening ear, not just to me, but to probably just about anyone who knew him, and he encouraged me at critical junctures in my life. He and his family helped me navigate my way through some of the toughest challenges I faced as a young person and make decisions that permanently changed the course of my life for the better. There are not words sufficient to express how much he will be missed or how deeply he was appreciated, by me.
Tonight is his memorial service, in Arizona. I am unable to travel, for obvious reasons, but Krista and my dad are both there and somehow that makes me feel some closure, some comfort as I say goodbye to a dear friend.