By Jeffrey Zable
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Yesterday I received an e-mail from a friend
who I grew up with, is the same age as me,
and who went to the same high school, informing me
that yet another classmate passed away.
That he was just sitting with some people in a café
when he all of a sudden had a heart attack and
dropped dead onto the floor.
Upon reading this, I immediately pictured the guy
and remembered that I was sitting at the same table
with him and his wife at the 50 year high school reunion
which took place a few years ago. And I also recalled
that he had married her right out of high school and that
they had known each other since elementary school.
As he was a kind, thoughtful guy way back then
and very friendly at the reunion, I began to feel sad,
as he seemed like someone who really enjoyed life,
and had plenty of years left in the tank.
And as I think about how devasted his wife must be,
I’m hoping she wasn’t there at the time. . .
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