I bought my house a year and a half ago. Since then death has popped up a few too many times and I’d like to take a moment to reflect on that matter and those that have passed.
.Orion. He was a boy that loved wholeheartedly. He was funny, charming, and all things girls grow up and hope to find in a soul mate. We didn’t have a romantic connection, more like a big sis/lil bro kind. He loved to write music. He used to write a song and immediately come over and play it for me. He was greatly talented. A poor decision took his life.
.Ted. He was supposed to be my uncle. He was the love of my Aunt Erica’s life. Her teenage sweetheart. They lost touch. They each married and had 2 kids. They found each other again. They were engaged. He quickly became a part of our family and our hearts. He died of a heart attack on a road trip with her.
.David. We met many years ago. We hung out often back then. We’d share secrets. We talked endlessly of parenting, insecurities, and the loves of our lives. He came to me for advice on several occasions and gave me advice if I needed it, and sometimes when I didn’t. He gave great hugs. He died while playing basketball.
.Butch. Firndale Village brought us together. Countless Sunday dinners. He is the sole reason I learned that I love pulled pork. He was a very good friend to my mother and Dan. He helped her out when Dan was too far away to be there. He always had a smile on his face and a joke to make. Another heart attack. Another life cut short.
.Kylene. I met her during her freshmen year of high school. We taught together. We laughed together. We cried together. We raised our daughters together. I held her hand during hard times. She made my laugh through mine. She was the type of person who could light up a room with her smile and laughter. She was a really good friend. Recently she didn’t wake up.
Death. It’s everywhere. You can’t hide from it. It will get you. All you can do is hope you are ready.
Bare Naked With My Thoughts 
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