Now I needed him, and he wasn't there. My days weren't filled with sunshine. I didn't have his comfort and encouragement. I didn't have any idea what my goals were. The best friend I ever had committed suicide, leaving me with a broken heart and broken promises.
Scripture is full of promises.
During the first weeks and months after his death, I would pull that card out and fuss at him for not keeping his promise. Two years later, as I showed it to a friend, I realized that he hadn't broken his promise after all. He had only promised to do those things as long as he lived. In my mind he had promised to do them as long as I lived. Quite a difference.