All our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Andrew Van Wie was murdered at the end of last week.
I met him over a decade ago at a summer camp when we were only eight years old. Our mutual love of Power Rangers would cement the friendship for the summer. We lost touch, but would meet again years later, finding ourselves attending the same middle school. Though we were never very close in school, we were always friendly. Even through the end of senior year, we'd smile and wave in the halls.
I cannot even begin to comprehend this. Last week, I realized I might never see again some of the people I was saying goodbye. However, such possibilities were far from definite. However, I know I will never see never Andrew again.
I wish I could think of more to say, but I can't.
Love,
~Kenny
I met him over a decade ago at a summer camp when we were only eight years old. Our mutual love of Power Rangers would cement the friendship for the summer. We lost touch, but would meet again years later, finding ourselves attending the same middle school. Though we were never very close in school, we were always friendly. Even through the end of senior year, we'd smile and wave in the halls.
I cannot even begin to comprehend this. Last week, I realized I might never see again some of the people I was saying goodbye. However, such possibilities were far from definite. However, I know I will never see never Andrew again.
I wish I could think of more to say, but I can't.
Love,
~Kenny