Today I received my copy of my high school year book. It was the last copy the school had, and over a decade later than everyone else’s. Words from a man long since gone, and to me directly that I never got a chance to read are on its pages. I will never forget.
But within it is another story, as that one is for another time.
I had been looking for this picture for some time.
I had contacted Calimus because I could have sworn he had a color copy of a picture similar.
V00d3w also did not have one.
I’ll let you attempt to decide who is who, but there is a picture here for posterity.
Three old friends, still friends to this day with a higher deities blessing. Friends since the 6th grade. Each having taken a different road since. One lost his way, stumbled in darkness and has found light again. His wife and family we can never repay enough for bringing him back to us. One stayed home, and built his life in our home of record. Raised a family and now works for a education system helping tomorrows youth in our old home. The third has been around the world, and around the country. Some say vainly seeking for something he may never find, others say he runs from himself. Who knows, but he joined the Army and left in a cloud of dust full of dreams, energy and desire to set the world right.
Twenty years in a picture.
So sitting here in my living room, flipping through pages that I had never seen before to day, I can say for certain I am proud to call them my brothers.
I recall our fights, our parties, our music, our games, our cars, the days we passed as one.
Since that picture, I can not recall a time that we three have shared a room together in almost 15 years. Life has a funny way about it.
Here’s to you lads. May we meet again as a group someday
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.-
Ralph Waldo Emerson