Did you know Barry?
He was a blogger, a connection, friend to many. He shared his life journey, stories about his beloved dog Lindsay, and, more recently, his experiences with cancer. He was honest, warm, realistic, hopeful.
I'm heartbroken by that word, was. I've learned that Barry died yesterday.
He was my dad's age. The same sweet kind of man, with a parallel story of cancer.
Barry had been a voice of comfort as I dealt with my dad's struggle; even as he struggled on his own, Barry offered me support and hope.
News of his loss has me snuffling and crying and heaving. Because Barry's gone, so sad on its own, and it reminds me so sharply that my dad is gone. That hurts.
My thoughts and prayers are with Barry's family. He will be missed.
I hope Barry and my dad are in the same wing of the same place, that they might cross paths. They'd be friends, I know, and that would just be really cool.
To see a bit of Barry's legacy, visit his blog.