Today’s column is free to all. Please consider becoming a subscriber to this page. I lost a good friend about a month ago. I still think of Joe DelRosso often. I wrote about him once. I feel the need to do so again. I’ll try not to repeat myself. Grief manifest itself in so many ways. It hits me at random times. There’s parts of me that still expects to see him walking into the room. I still raise a glass to him when my lips are dry. I still sing one for him each time I play. That’s the closest I get to praying.
Grief
Grief
Grief
Today’s column is free to all. Please consider becoming a subscriber to this page. I lost a good friend about a month ago. I still think of Joe DelRosso often. I wrote about him once. I feel the need to do so again. I’ll try not to repeat myself. Grief manifest itself in so many ways. It hits me at random times. There’s parts of me that still expects to see him walking into the room. I still raise a glass to him when my lips are dry. I still sing one for him each time I play. That’s the closest I get to praying.