I Might Not Succeed

I had another glass of wine last night. Just the one but I am so heart broken about my friend Marks sudden death that I am reaching for something to numb the pain and make my head stop thinking, thinking, thinking about this huge sucking loss that Dennis and I are feeling. He was part of a group of friends that was very important to us. We had a supper club, of just six people, three couples, that met about once a month at some restaurant in the Tampa Bay Area for dinner for the past 10 years. Mark was very proud of our little group and committed to making it happen regularly. He was actually a little arrogant about it (in a funny way)and decided that we should vote that no one else should ever be included. A few times we tried to include other couples but Mark pointed out that six was a perfect number because anymore than six people and most likely, the table configuration would not be as good and and the conversation could not flow well. Also, he pointed out that the three couples involved were all very committed to regular dinners but other people weren't so we made it official from very early on that no one else would be included. Everytime we met was like a family dinner and his absence is going to be enormous. I am going to include a picture of Mark and his wife, Sherry, at our first "date", almost 10 years ago. This was the first time we all went out together.