In a dim light…

Funerals are never much fun, but the day after the mass and burial of a former coworker six years my junior finds me a little out of sorts.

I met him 42 years ago right after he graduated from college and started his career in the same plant where I was working. Saw him a lot then, but very little in the last few dozen years. Lost touch, really, for a whole host of reasons.

Nevertheless, those times when we were all in our 20s come rushing back very, very quickly as one more tangible connection to the present is severed by death.

But the memories are there and are to be savored.

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