It’s been 101 days since Ed Tarvin, my best friend since the ninth grade, died during emergency heart surgery in Fayetteville, Ark.
He felt something because he texted me about 2:30 a.m. to ask if I was up. I returned the text about 45 minutes later, and he responded within two minutes. It was another text, urging me, “don’t panic. being transported to wash regional hospital er. heart attack check think not. just being careful. will keep you informed.”