Remembering a Friend I Never Met

A tribute to Frank Gifford

On Sunday night
I learned
that a man
who made 
Monday nights
come alive for me
had died.

From the press boxes
of the great football stadiums of America
he entered into our homes
every week for decades.
We thought of him like a friend!

Let me be frank!…
Gifford was a good guy!
A good husband!
A good father!
A good athlete!
A good broadcaster!
A good and decent guy!
Good, not perfect!
Flawed, but forgiven!
Accepted by God!
Loved by his family.
Honored by his peers
and mourned by friends (like me)
whom he’d never met.

Peace to his memory!