Jarred by Reality

My precious friend, Jack Sampier, Jr. lost the love of his life yesterday. To a disease that hits so many beautiful women. My respect for his grief cannot find words.

Life can be so sweet one moment and so very harsh and cruel the next.

Speaking of life being short and fragile....

I just read the obituary today, of the first boy I ever made out with.

Random....I know, but the progression of how I found out was strange. It doesn't really change my life, but that, along with Ashley's passing, makes me aware of how short life can be and how we are only given one life.

Back to David Ohrman, the first boy I kissed....

I have been on a Rascal Flatts kick and was listening to:

"Take Me There"

[Verse 1:]
There's a place in your heart where nobody's been.
Take me there.
Things nobody knows, not even your friends.
Take me there.
Tell me about your momma, your daddy, your home town, show me around.
I wanna see it all, don't leave anything out.

[Chorus:]
I wanna know, everything about you.
And I wanna go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid.
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me there.

[Verse 2:]
Your first real kiss, your first true love, you were scared.
Show me where.
You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care.
Take me there.
I wanna roll down mainstreet and backroads like you did when you were a kid.
What makes you who you are, tell me what your story is.

[Chorus 2x:]
I wanna know, everything about you.
And I wanna go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, where you keep the rest of your life hid.
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me there.

I wanna roll down mainstreet.
I wanna know your hopes and your dreams.
Take me, take me there.
Yeah.

When I got to verse 2 that says:

Your first real kiss, your first true love, you were scared....

I started trying to remember some of these....then I remembered David. Oh, I barely knew he existed until we made out at Susan Holley's house. But I will never forget it. It was my first real kiss. And I liked it....a LOT.

(My sister made out with him too....but then she made out a lot more than me...just sayin'....)

So today, just for the fun of it, I tried his name on facebook. The one that came up was a link to an obituary - and it was him. We were born in the same month and the same year at the same hospital in Reno.... and now he is dead. It was comforting to know he seemed to have had a good family beside him and it looked like he had become a good man.

It was strange to brush against the past and be jarred by the reality and harshness of what was to come after we made out and grew up.

Like I said, not life changing, but certainly sobering.