It was an emotional morning as Jason and I and my parents went to the funeral of lifelong friend Ray. He and his wife Marge are some of my parents’ closest friends and have been ever since I was very young. The kind of friends that become family. Their three kids, Ray, Maureen, and Steve, were some of my best friends growing up. We were all transplanted Pennsylvanians in California, and we went on vacations together, day trips, and just grew up together. When we were at their house, we swam in their pool; when they came to our house, we went to the beach. Maureen and I are still close friends and get together for breakfast and shopping every couple of months. So today was emotional and sad, but at the same time it was beautiful and lovely.