Sadly, my Godparents' son (and my childhood playmate) has died. He was camping with friends, taking a shower, had a massive coronary, and died. I have not seen or spoken to C in many years (Our moms are best friends so I keep track of all of them through the family grapevine). Since my mom called with the bad news, I have been remembering things I have not thought of for a long time. I remember C (and his brothers) teaching me to ride a bike. I remember the time I bit his little brother and he told his mom that K had hit me first. I remember when he got too big to play with me but not too big to defend me. I remember when he got in some kind of trouble and came to stay with us for a while. I remember when he moved to Florida to help his mom after his dad died. I was planning to go to the funeral, but it turns out that there is not going to be one. I did not keep in touch when I could have and now there is no chance to say good-bye. So here it is:
Dear C,
Sleep well, find peace. You were loved and you will be missed.
Goodbye
