It's Friday, I'm on my lunch break, and I don't feel like being a smart ass today. A good friend of mine passed away on the last day of the year, and will be buried tomorrow. I've been trying to find some appropriate words since I learned of his passing. No luck yet. But that doesn't stop me.
Kenny was about 5 years younger than me, but in my mind he has always been a kid. I guess that's the way the mind works. I knew him from Scouting. We worked on Camp Staff together, attended many Order of the Arrow functions, all the things Scouts and Scouters do. I participated in his Vigil Honor ceremony, but the details are fuzzy now. That's another thing the mind does.
Over the last 30 or so years it seems, to what passes for my memory nowadays, that I only saw Kenny at funerals. I'm sure we both served as pall bearers for friends on more than one occasion. These are only a couple of the reasons I regret the fact that I won't be at his funeral tomorrow. A 500 mile round trip and prior committments just make it untenable. I know Kenny is in a better place, and that his family and friends will understand.
What I really regret is not having had ..., no, made the time to communicate over the years. I'm not sure what more I want to say about that. Time is the one thing you can't get back.
I'm glad they chose this picture for his funeral notice. This is the Kenny I remember.
Well, I can retire in 765 days, and I don't really care about the lawn.
Farewell my Brother. I'll miss you.
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