Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

Ed Taylor died recently.  I didn’t even know he existed until a week ago, when Earl mentioned his good friend’s passing.

It seems Ed belonged to Earl’s life before I came along. Still, in the past week I’ve come to learn about his relationship with my husband.  They worked together for some printing firm – I’m not really clear on the details – before going their separate ways.  But to hear Earl tell it, while they were together there was friendship, laughter, support, one of those sublime connections that happens every so often. The kind you can pick up wherever you laid it down.

So Earl left this morning to attend Ed’s memorial in Alexandria, Virginia.  It’s only the second time he’s gone out of town without me.  Ever.  Which, if you ask me, speaks volumes about Ed.