Someone from my 8th grade graduating class was laid to rest today. To the best of my knowledge (and I could be very wrong), she is the first from the Blessed Sacrament School class of 1974 to die. For a number of years I’ve consoled my dread of aging with the knowledge that at least none of the core group with which I spent kindergarten through 8th grade had died. That meant we were still pretty young, right? Well, that illusion has now been shattered.
One thing I always think about after the death of someone I know, be it a relative or a friend or an old classmate, is how they were just here. Right after the funeral I think about how that person was alive just a few days before. Now they’re lifeless in the ground. Often they had no idea they were on the way out. It seems so strange; here and conscious –even vital – then gone.
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Shoot me an email on this o.k.?
JP
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