Remembering Michael D. Fecina
I was alerted to some sad and unexpected news late Friday, my best friend from college Michael Fecina passed away on Wednesday. There is not much to say when one discovers news of this nature other than to sit and ponder or to scream out loud or to tear up. Perhaps my situation was exacerbated by the fact that I had just spoken to Mike the week before, on Thursday to be specific and was shocked and confused by the proverbial sledge hammer that dropped on my head. To further complicate the situation we have not spoken on the phone for about two years and yet we had an hour long conversation 5 days before his passing. Such is life I suppose, went from best friend to barely speaking - yet Mike quickly remarked in our conversation how amazingly comfortable it felt. See, we could go for years without speaking and then pick up right where we left of, sometimes one is just lucky to form such relationships and this is exactly how our friendship started. We met our sophomo...