Several years ago a friend of mine and I met at a bar where I was playing. I invited him to stop by my church where I had been playing contemporary Christian music every Saturday night. I didn't know my friend was an alcoholic. He eventually came to church and was inspired in a big way by the message that night. He cleaned up, got sober, and on more than one occasion credited me with saving his life. He said without that invite he was sure he would have been dead in less than a year. I just wanted him to hear me play the drums but it was kind of a rush to hear him say that I was a part of what saved him. My friend struggled over the years but for the most part did great. Last night he lost control of his car and hit a pole and died. There is no info at this point about whether there was alcohol involved...but I hope not. It shouldn't matter because he is still gone.

My friend loved his family, he loved his friends and he loved God. Whatever happened, alcohol or no alcohol, I will miss him. I wish I could have saved him this time...because his was a life worth saving. I miss you my friend....

Frank