...You Lose Some
When I was 6 years old I lost both my Papa and my Grandpa two weeks apart. As a child, I didn't understand what was going on. I knew people were sad and I knew my parent's fathers were gone, I just didn't understand the intense feelings that the grown ups were feeling. After high school, my graduating class experienced a huge loss when a classmate passed away a week before we all started college. I was never extremely close with the boy but he grew up around the corner from me, we rode the school bus together, and we hung around with all the neighborhood kids together. He was a good kid! I was deeply saddened by the loss we had all experienced, but still didn't feel the same hurt that some others were feeling. I prefer to say how fortunate I am that I never lost someone that I was so close with. That I never had to hurt daily, lose sleep, or cry myself to sleep. Luck runs out sometimes... Sunday morning, recovering from the events of the previous night, I received a pho