My best friend leaves this morning for Lima, Peru, to marry his fiancée. I can't go. I tried. I bought mileage to afford a ticket, but the return dates wouldn't work. Sadness is creeping inside me as I think of him there without family. I want to be there for him. For them. Instead, he'll hold a second ceremony later this year in San Diego. Congratulations, brother. I'm there with you in spirit.
