A couple of weekends ago I read on the online version of my hometown newspaper that someone I went to school with while growing up passed away. He wasn't anyone I cared about, just one of the rednecks who gave me a hard time for not being good at sports, which I got a lot of, as if sports means so much that the totality of the person should be judged. That's how it is in Texas anyway.
But anyhow, that brings to about 16 the number of people who have slipped under that I went to school with. That may not be a large number but it seems to be a significant amount. I know of only how some of them died. One when his car failed to negotiate a curve. One from aids. One died in prison after being convicted of double capital murder. One killed himself when police came to get him after he killed someone in a drug deal, ironically, outside my old high school.
But I have survived. With all my troubles (none of which are life threatening) I can still enjoy life, if I'm not to dizzy to get out and do something.
Here is a list of those who didn't make the finish line:
Robert W.
Curvey H.
Dwayne T.
Mike P.
Mark Y.
Mark B.
Paul B.
Vernon H.
Susan C.
Don B. (maybe)
Mark T.
Wyatt O.
Art G.
Jimmy C.
Jimmy C. (different from above)
John K.
Rosemary A.
