Monday night I was browsing my uni's alumni pages, it's kind of like myspace just for alums. Anyway I was looking up old friends and one of them returned as "Deceased." My friends all have a very strange sense of humor, so my first reaction was "Ha! Brilliant, tell them you're dead and you won't get all that junk mail!"
I told DH that the alumni pages said that J was dead, but that I thought it had to be a joke. He, being not as twisted as I am, said that we should look into it. Well a bit of googling, and some straining of my memory to remember J's middle name, and we found out. Our old buddy J died, in a small plane crash, in 2003.
It's hard to imagine. In 2003 we were all still starting out in our lives. He had barely become a flight instructor. I had just talked to him on IM a few weeks before the accident. I didn't really expect to stay in touch with him as we had drifted apart by graduation, so it wasn't that strange that I never heard from him in the last 5 years. I had been thinking that it was strange that he didn't have a myspace or facebook, since he was really friendly, but I didn't really spend a lot of time thinking of it.
Practically every ill thought out spectacular adventure that I've been on was his idea. When I think about myself being young and free, I think about some crazy thing I did with him.
I'm glad I found out about his passing, because now I know what happened to him, and he's not in trouble or jail or something. If you can be glad about the way a friend died, I'm glad he died while on an instructional flight, since he enjoyed that so much. Most of all, I'm glad that I got a chance to be his friend for a few years back in college. I've missed him since we lost touch, but I miss him more now that I'll never get to talk to him again.
RIP J. You're missed.
I told DH that the alumni pages said that J was dead, but that I thought it had to be a joke. He, being not as twisted as I am, said that we should look into it. Well a bit of googling, and some straining of my memory to remember J's middle name, and we found out. Our old buddy J died, in a small plane crash, in 2003.
It's hard to imagine. In 2003 we were all still starting out in our lives. He had barely become a flight instructor. I had just talked to him on IM a few weeks before the accident. I didn't really expect to stay in touch with him as we had drifted apart by graduation, so it wasn't that strange that I never heard from him in the last 5 years. I had been thinking that it was strange that he didn't have a myspace or facebook, since he was really friendly, but I didn't really spend a lot of time thinking of it.
Practically every ill thought out spectacular adventure that I've been on was his idea. When I think about myself being young and free, I think about some crazy thing I did with him.
I'm glad I found out about his passing, because now I know what happened to him, and he's not in trouble or jail or something. If you can be glad about the way a friend died, I'm glad he died while on an instructional flight, since he enjoyed that so much. Most of all, I'm glad that I got a chance to be his friend for a few years back in college. I've missed him since we lost touch, but I miss him more now that I'll never get to talk to him again.
RIP J. You're missed.
. It is nice that you have good memories of him!
