I just found out about a friend from high school who died in a car accident last night. Man. We hadn’t spoken in. . . I don’t know. . . years. Since high school. That’s a shame. He was a good guy. He lived down the road from me then. About a mile. We’d hung out some. Played paintball. Snuck out and met up to go party with friends. Normal stuff for the time.
Now I think about his family. His dad lost a son. Thats rough. His life cut short. I feel youthful. Couldn’t imagine not being here anymore. I don’t think he had any kids. Shame, he was the kind of guy you could see being a good dad. Playful, funny, energetic, smart. It’s too bad.
That’s one person that I now regret never talking to after high school. I’d had the thought before that I should get in contact with him sometime when I went to East Texas. But you always think there’ll be next time. More time. All the time in the world. But there isn’t always.
You live long enough and you’re going to lose some people along the way. That’s just the nature of it. Doesn’t make it any less hard. I hadn’t spoken to him in years so I’m not devastated, but then I start to think of all the other people that will be affected by this loss. His brothers. Other close friends. It’s going to be a hard day for some people, and it’s going to suck, and no words make it better, but I’m sorry for your loss.
It’s interesting in this digital world because I feel like I had kind of kept up with Ross. We hadn’t spoken but we were friends online and I knew he was doing alright. He’d taken hunting trips in Colorado recently. He seemed to like his job and be happy. It was good to know he was in the world and doing well. He was a genuine guy and he deserved a good life. I think he got it. Just not as much of it as he deserved. Until I see you again my friend, rest easy.