We didn’t stay in touch really other than Facebook and barely at that. And we talked at our last reunion.
But I can see his face. And I can’t quit thinking about him, his family, and our own mortality.
He was one of the class hunks in high school, with a heart of gold. He will be missed by many.
I see death as a reminder to live, and to do so with honesty, intention and abandon that is even reckless, at least a few times.
How do you see it?