“Death ends a life, but not a relationship.” This truth is both a psychological reality and a spiritual anchor. In the long autumn of life, one realizes that a meaningful friendship is as essential to our survival as oxygen is to our physical being.
Aristotle spoke of the highest form of friendship—one based not on utility or pleasure, but on virtue. It is the bond between two people who seek the good for the other’s sake.
For over seventy years, Edmund Reinhold Weise was that “other self” for me—my guardian angel in a white lab coat…