It was a year ago this month that a friend of mine, Paul Mackedanz, was struck by a car and killed as he worked along a roadway down in Texas. He was only 23 years old.
While Paul and I weren’t inseparable by any means, I always enjoyed talking with him whenever I got the chance, as he was one of the friendliest guys I’ve ever known. Judging by the size of the crowd that attended his visitation and funeral, I’m not the only one who thought this about him.
While his best friends and family members undoubtedly suffered far more pain than I did at his passing, Paul’s death had a very significant impact on me as well, Continue reading