You always think that these are the kind of things that happen to other people, until it happens close to you. I went to the funeral service for Kali Sansone today, someone I saw practically everyday from kindergarten to 8th grade, but had not seen at all since.
Some people are lucky to live to an old age and have their accomplishments written about in history books, but for the rest of us, it’s about what we leave to the world through our children, and in those who remember us. Many people will remember and be inspired by Kali.
I don’t usually post this kind of personal stuff here, but I met up with some old friends and wanted to note that. If you’re Googling and find this site, send me an email. I’d be interesting in hearing about what you’ve been up to these last 12 years. :-)