Oh no! Wow! (and not in the good way.)
So if you look at the this picture you’ll see the guy with the orange looking hat and black jacket w/khaki sleeves standing to the left of the guy with the red jacket G___…Well as of now, both of them have passed away. G___ passed away a few years ago from a heart attack. We don’t know what caused C___ ‘s death yet.
And those two aren’t the only ones I went to school with whom have died. It really makes you think. I’ll be 46 this July, which is still fairly young. Most days, I don’t feel like I’m in my forty’s. And most days (not to brag, but just sayin’) I don’t look like I’m in my forty’s. Yet, there are days when I realize how old I am, just as there are days when I know that 40 something is not old.
The death of a friend you grew up with, however, leaves a mark. When I found out that my friend G___ had passed away I was devastated. He and I were in church youth group together, we’d known each other since elementary school, and he was a good friend. Though we hadn’t stayed in touch, I moved away from my hometown a couple of years after graduation so I didn’t see the people I’d grown up with much, but we stayed in contact on and off. The years go by quickly, and before you know it you’ve got a family, a career, a life and you don’t have nearly enough time to do all the things you’d like to do. Then something tragic happens and you realize how precious time is. Now another friend of mine has died and my heart breaks for his family and close friends.
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to attend his funeral since I live a little over 2 hours from where I grew up, but I’m going to try.