When I was in Elementary school, I had a friend named Chris. I think I can credit him with being my first crush too. Wendy and I both liked him and we were young enough that it hadn't occured to us to mind. Chris was born a day before I was. I was thinking about him today. Chris died in the summer between 1st and 2nd grade. His family had a cabin somewhere in the mountains. He was sleeping, and they had to go somewhere, so they left him home alone. He woke up and went looking for them. He went outside in the shed, and it collapsed on him from the weight of the snow on top of it.
Chris was best friends with Will. They used to play together at recess. They would kick soccerballs up the hill at Oak Hills. I spent my recesses usually being chased around by some of my bullies. There was one day where I say that one of my bullies, his name was Zak, was waiting for me outside, so I hadn't dared to go outside yet. Chris saw me and told me that he would go distract Zak for me so that I could make it outside. I think that is my favorite memory of him.
So, Happy Birthday Chris. I'm thankful that you were such a good friend to me and I wanted you to know that I haven't forgotten you.
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When I was a freshman in high school, I had a friend who died in a motor cycle accident along with her brother. It was so tragic and it was hard for me, even as old as I was then. I can imagine how hard it hits you when you are in 1st or 2nd grade. Thanks for remembering your friend on his birthday.
...so sad... but sweet... You are a good friend, Chelsee.
What a beautiful post Chelsee. And a wonderful reminder that it is the connection have with others that makes our lives truly precious.
Thank you.
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