John worked with my husband, Tom, for years. After he retired, they kept in touch from time to time. In fact, the last time my husband called him was shortly before he died in March. We didn't know. Today, my husband received a notice of his memorial service, but it was too late. Sadly, we had actually been in the very town for another memorial service the same day. We could have easily made both, if we had been aware. I called his wife to let her know that we were sorry we hadn't made it and to arrange a visit, soon. That's when she told me that my husband's call, shortly before his death, had meant so much. She said her husband really missed seeing the guys from work. A simple call, and yet, a powerful act of friendship. This evening, while on facebook, a private message popped up. Years ago, our church had "adopted" a missionary kid. We remembered her birthday and Christmas, among other things. At one time, I assumed the task of kee