3 miles on the mill.

Last night I went to a funeral home to visit the family of a guy I graduated from high school with. Actually, he took me out on a date on my 18th birthday — just one date. It was a year of MANY “dates” — that’s a WHOLE other post! Anyway, he died of a massive heart attack at his job on Monday. He had 3 kids, and It was a really sad situation. It’s quite scary when people your age start dying, even though I don’t feel that old.

I have been to more funerals this year than any other year in my life and it’s ONLY April!

I saw a lot of people there that I haven’t seen since high school, and was surprised at how old many of them looked. Fortunately, I was able to remember most of their names. However, there were some that I did not recognize — they recognized me and introduced themselves. I wondered how many more there were that I did not recognize that did not introduce themselves. One in particular I was QUITE EMBARRASSED that I did not recognize — she was in my wedding :~O The bad thing is, I saw her just a few years ago.

The funeral is today at 11:00 a.m. I have not yet decided if I will go. I feel like I should, but really don’t want to. This is when “adult decisions” kick in — doing things you know you should even though you don’t want to. Humm…. I AM an adult now.


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