Thirty-One Is Too Young To Die
Friday afternoon at work I found out from my friend Sara that our high school friend (and her ex-boyfriend) Bob died.
He was crossing the street, not in a crosswalk, and was hit by an unlicensed driver who fled the scene. I can’t fathom how someone could actually leave after hitting a person on the street. The police ended up arresting the woman, not that that really makes a difference.
Tomorrow morning a bunch of our high school friends are attending the memorial service. It’s going to be surreal and sad and uncomfortable and come on, 31 is way too young to die. I feel so horrible for his parents, sister, and wife.