I just attended a funeral this morning for a classmate who I went to elementary school with. When I entered the church, there was a montage of him. Pictures from when he was younger to recent pictures. I was taken back because I barely recognized him. I only remember him as the dorky little kid who was always goofing off and getting in trouble. WOW! Did he grow up to be such a handsome young man!
It saddens me to know he is gone for some reason. I know it sounds odd but it’s true. How could I feel so sad when the last time I saw him was in the 7th grade? Maybe it’s because you think these people who have come into your life at some point are still out there living their happy, healthy lives. That there’s nothing to worry about. And that we will all leave our time on earth way later in life after we are married with children and grandchildren. And it wouldn’t matter at that point because you have lived a long fulfilling life. Maybe I am sad because I didn’t keep in touch with him or any of the kids I went to school with. Or maybe I am sad because when his brother stated, "Mike was a man who lived the ifs instead of the what ifs," I wanted to know that man. I don’t have the answers. I just know I cannot get his face out of mind.
Rest in peace my goofy little friend.