BUCKET LIST

This morning I got an email about a friend in Phoenix who died of heart failure.

He was only 50.

He left behind his wife. My heart just aches for her. They were undoubtedly each other's best friends and soul mates.

He was a genuinely nice guy. He cooked for a living and cooked for fun. He loved it. I remember telling him once I never cared for steak, he was outraged and insisted it was because I had just never had a good one prepared correctly and that we absolutely had to come over for dinner that next weekend so he could cook me a steak.

Turns out, he was right. It was and still remains to date, the best steak I have ever had.

He was always smiling. Always had a joke for you. He wanted nothing more than to spend time with his family, cook, and watch the Cornhuskers, Diamondbacks, Cardinals, and Coyotes. He was the only absolute die-hard Cardinals (football) fan I have ever met.

Fifty years old. That's not even old.

I have been feeling my mortality here lately. I suspect its a direct result of the baby's arrival. This mornings news has most definitely exacerbated it.

I think its time for me to start writing down my bucket list. I don't want to miss anything.