tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106740922939328520.post538506425818205046..comments2023-09-13T08:04:00.541-07:00Comments on West Seattle Weisenheimer: Don't call me ShirleyWeisenheimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12164484147169721745noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106740922939328520.post-80339883927797649042010-12-29T07:49:16.574-08:002010-12-29T07:49:16.574-08:00I find myself from time to time thinking of those ...I find myself from time to time thinking of those I've lost over the years. For being under 30 the number always seems so much higher than it should, but I suppose that's the norm in this awful world we live in now. One of the most memorable and hard-to-remember passings is that of a childhood schoolmate who accompanied me at school throughout the elementary years, into middle school, and for the entirety of junior high, after which we graduated from high school together. We weren't close, but how can you not feel a special connection with someone you've known for so long? He chose to attend a different university than I, but came to an event at the one I attended one winter...and on the way home he died in a crash. It was my first up-close-and-personal experience with the death of someone so young, and I will never forget that day. No matter who they are, everyone leaves a mark on the world, and when they're gone, they are often remembered with fondness and sadly missed.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15100023167123234673noreply@blogger.com