in memory
When I was growing up in California I went to a small private Christian school. When I say small, I mean it. At the time of my 8th grade graduation (1996) I was a member of the largest graduating class to date. I believe it was roughly 32ish? When I was in Kindergarten and starting out at said school, the 8th grade class had 5, 4 boys and 1 girl.
Anyway. My point is that when you go to school with such a small number of people, many of whom you’ve known since you were 4 years old, it doesn’t matter if you haven’t seen them since you were 13. There is a connection. There is a bond. In a class of 32 it’s hard to not have a crush on… well, pretty much every boy at one point or another during a nine year period. And the advent of facebook is awesome, because it means that you can reconnect with a lot of those people.
I found out tonight that one of those boys, one I’d known since Kindergarten, passed away four years ago. He’s the second death I’ve heard of. Second. Out of roughly 32. That’s insane. And sad. And I find myself mourning someone I haven’t spoken to since 1996. I saw him once, briefly, at the mall. I was a freshman in highschool, visiting from Gig Harbor, hanging out with old friends. We saw him at the arcade. I thought he was cute. And now he’s dead. For four years. It’s crazy.
