Billy, Jonny and Scotty on a warm summer day
"I'll be at Jonny's" was the constant refrain. "Can I sleep over at Jonny's?" "Can Jonny sleep over?" Swimming. Skateboarding. Camp. Roller hockey. Baseball. Basketball. Paintball. Bike rides. Gameboy. X-Box. Henry's Tacos. In-N-Out. The best kind of childhood memories, filled with crazy laughter and water balloon fights and endless amounts of fun. Sometimes you luck out. You move to the right block with the right people. We hit the jackpot when we met the Roses.
Jonny and Billy
"I have terrible news," Billy said the other night. He was fighting tears. We both got on the phone, took a breath, braced ourselves. What he said next made no sense and probably never will. Young men don't die in their sleep. That's not supposed to happen. But sometimes it does. So today we'll do the unimaginable. We'll attend the memorial for Jonny Rose, a wonderful young man we loved like a son. Because he felt like one.
So terribly, terribly sad. Another rite of passage-- and certainly the worst.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to see you here again, my dear friend. Yes, it was a heartbreaking day. xo
ReplyDeleteI was so very sorry to read about your loss of a dear friend. It's a terrible thing when anybody passes, but it seems especially tragic when it's so untimely.
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