Ships passing......

On April the 4th I wrote about a young man named Mark Holt. We met briefly at a mutual friend's bachelor party. Mark lost his battle with Hodgkin's and passed away on Monday. I find myself sitting here at my computer, fighting back the tears. I met this man one time and only spoke with him for about an hour, but I felt like I knew him forever. We discussed the emotional stages of cancer and how he had exhausted most of his options. He was remarkably upbeat. We left promising to stay in touch (we lived less than a mile from each other), but besides a few emails, never met again. I have felt very comfortable from the beginning that help is right there if I need it. I pray at this time that he was surround by a support group of similar strength. My heart goes out to his wife and his family. Mark would have turned 33 this Friday.