While on vacation this week, I received a text message from a friend. “Jack died. Can you call me?” Megan’s husband, Jack, had passed away. Jack was a client of mine, but he was a friend first. We’ve known his family for quite some time, and he was the father of one of my son’s closest friends. Jack was only 40 years old, successful. Obviously, he had some demons, as do many of us. But, overall, he was a good man. As I began to process this news, I started thinking more about my own mortality. What does this all mean? As […]