Not so happy stuff
Vicky's "Surfer Boy" is dead. Unfortunately, she found out the same way that I found out about my pilot friend; namely, Googling around and coming across something random. (I can tell you, that's not a good way to find out about anything like that) But at least my friend isn't dead. Yet...I don't think I ever believe someone is dead when I've gotten used to hearing about them or seeing them around. Fellow Lynbrook grad Jeremy Cooner died in a car accident last year, and even though I really didn't know him at all, I was still saddened and shocked. I mean, I've always believed we will be able to somehow keep in touch (or meet again) with those we've said goodbye to, someday. That's probably why I didn't cry at high school graduation - I knew I'd probably see my classmates again.
But ya know, when they're dead, that's it. It's just impossible to imagine someone you saw alive, as...not alive. That you won't ever see them or hear from them again. I don't know. I've never been to a funeral, but it might actually hit home for me if I saw someone in a casket.
And like Vicky, I'm starting to regret not knowing some people as well as I should. Before it's too late.
posted by sugarfiend @ 1:11 AM
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