I can not imagine the pain and sadness his mother must be dealing with right now. She is all alone.
My friend's name was Richard. We met each other when my mother, brother and I lived in England for a year. My father was stationed in Korea with the Army and we were not allowed to go with him. My Mother decided it would be better for us to live with my Aunt, my Uncle and my Cousin for the year.
We hung out at school and often after school. We would go to the beach and to the arcades. I remember sitting at the movie theatre and getting spit balls in our hair. This was courtesy of the mean kids.
I am so sad. I am sorry he is gone, but I am more sorry that he had such a hard life. I didn't keep in touch with him when we left. I was young, not even 10.
Death has a way of making you think about life. It makes you think about what is important. Of course, family tops the list of important things in life, but friendship is second. I realise I have not been the best friend ever. So I am reaching out to friends I have lost contact with. This blog is my way of reaching out to all of you. Sorry for putting you second, sorry for not checking your blogs to see if all was well . I will work on being a better blogger, a better friend. Thank you for being my friend!
Cynthia L.Pin It Now!