A couple weeks ago I found out that someone I knew from Scouting and work had died. He was a really big guy, so when I heard I asked, “Heart attack?” as if I had known the answer already, and as it turns out I was right. He was a great man who cared for the youth of the world. He will be missed.
A week or so ago I found out that someone I had met once at a social gathering had died in a motorcycle accident. He had been seeing a friend of mine, and though they weren’t working out as an item, per se, they had been able to maintain their friendship. She’s pretty broken up about it, and rightfully so. He will be missed.
I just read on myspace that a girl from PCC that I had met on several occassions, through this same friend, died in a car accident driving to San Francisco. She was in that Summer Sitcom deal that I had just been in, and she was a really good person. She will be missed.
I thought after the first one, “Shit, here come the other two.” I didn’t think I’d be right. Just goes to show you, I suppose.