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My lifelong friend Barry Sears died unexpectedly in his sleep earlier this week at the age of 65. We remained very close well into our 30s, and never fell out of touch for very long afterward, for which I’ll be eternally grateful.
It seems social media can occasionally be a facilitator of good outcomes.
If I might quote the obituary: “Barry was known as a man to depend on; someone who would listen or lend a hand when needed. He cared deeply for his family, friends, and the world around him, believing that you should give back whenever you can.”
Fundamentally and recurringly, Barry was a good person, a trait echoed by those mourning his passing. I can add only one small observation, which always meant a great deal to me.
Barry derived considerable strength from his Christian faith, and I’ve always been an atheist, but not once during six decades of friendship did he ever actively intervene in my absence of faith. Consequently, ......
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