Today I am feeling a huge disconnect. Last night, my very best friend's wife let me know that he was on in-home hospice care. She assured me that it was not that his life expectancy was very short, but rather that he no longer wishes to be treated for anything new. OR something along those lines. He has Type 2 Diabetes, Parkinson's, and has always had respiratory issues. This news hit me like a freight train.I knew it was coming, just not prepared for it to be so soon. This friend was my cheerleader, my encourager. He is the reason I got back into creating with clay, he could tell that it was something I needed. We have similar senses of humor. We both care deeply about others. We have been friends for over 20 years. I'm not sure how to handle the idea of life without him in it. We spoke almost every day for all of those years. How do I begin to put into words what our friendship has meant to me?