A Life Cut Short

Yesterday I had the unpleasant task of attending a wake of a friend's 26 year old son who was killed in a motorcycle accident over the weekend. It turned out to be a reunion of sorts as there were people there who I haven't seen in 10 and 20 years. There were tears, but there was much laughter too. It was interesting to me because the woman whose son tragically passed away was at one time GREAT friends with my little sister Val, whose life was also cut short 26 years ago. We talked, reminisced, cried and laughed. We sat outside in the blistering heat smoking a cigarette and downing a cold beer. Though the circumstances couldn't have been worse, I think a lot of good came from it.

I'd like to ask you to keep Kara, her daughter Sarah and son Anthony, and all friends and family in your hearts and prayers. They will most certainly need them in the coming weeks and months.