When Buddy Died . . . My Journal Entry
So many of us have asked, “Why?” “Why Buddy? “What was God thinking?” I was one of the humbly blessed ones to get a call in the middle of the night before Buddy had died, asked to pray.
Pray I did. Travail you might say. God have mercy, have mercy! Tears. Shock. Confusion. Prayer. It was 2:15 am when I got the call.