By Steve Kolb
When my first wife, Virginia, died, I received incredible responses from hundreds of friends, all of which could be encapsulated in the category of “thoughts and prayers.” Lots of folks also sat with Virginia during her decline, shared their frequent flyer miles so we could go to medical appointments, came out to sing or play at her service, brought casseroles, gave me grace as I struggled to meet professional obligations, did our yard work for us, and listened while I worked through what could only be called a family catastrophe.