The loss of a 'watershed' person in my life. RIP Stan Gosek.
It's hard to lose your heroes. Such a profoundly obtuse statement in some ways. Of course it's hard. It involves dealing with ideas of mortality, growing into roles that until now we were happy to have filled by others and judging by the previous generations I've seen, an overwhelming urge to go to early bird dinners and eat peanut brittle and cole slaw (thank God I haven't gotten to that last stage yet...cole slaw still feels like an abomination YUCK) In the past few weeks I (and many many others) have been dealing with losing a true mentor and friend to cancer. Stan Gosek was a true renaissance person. Gifted in teaching, tennis and probably most importantly...music. He was a 'watershed' person for me and so many others I know. My wife asked me last week when I described Stan in those terms what it meant. I always defined a watershed person as someone who would come into my life, and change it so that every day after getting to know that person...my life woul...