I was very lucky to have a great roommate in college. Rick and I both joined the same fraternity where he ascended to become president and I, vice president.
We both were accounting majors. He ascended to the Big 8, while I joined small and medium-sized firms. He went on to work for a huge corporation and then on to a top job in non-profit. I, being completely unsuitable for someone else’s structure, built my own firm.
We’ve been friends since that first day of college in 1972. We hosted the first night of Passover in our home, which is a long-standing tradition. Looking down the table, I feasted on the sight of my dear friend, his wife (also his college girlfriend), his two children, his three grandchildren, along with two of my granddaughters and my daughter.
Perfection would have been the addition of my son and his family, but life isn’t always as I’d like it to be. Rick turned to me toward the end of the night and said, “Who knew back in college that we’d be sitting here together with our grandchildren?”
Life is precious, and the people in our lives are to be cherished. Passover was a wonderful reminder.
