Monday, March 24, 2008
Anyway, I grew up with this guy. We spent 180 days a year together from the time we were 5 years old until we were 18, and we weren't bosom pals or anything, he was nice kid that I had a lot of laughs with in band, and joked with in grammar, and remembered from the reading rug in kindergarten.
I'm not feeling very articulate but I wanted to make some wistful remarks about Easter and celebrating new life and what that means in the light of mortality, but when it comes right down to it, the only words that come to mind is, "I'm so sorry," and "that's awful." But I'm glad there is an Easter. I'm so grateful that there is a new hope and a new life and that the new life and hope of Easter are evident even in nature in this time of year. And I don't have anything particularly poetic to say except that I truly am sorry for the loss of his friends and family. Good bye, Jacob.