Chew on this

My mom said she was worried about me due to my recent blog posts. That she thinks I may be "losing it". Doesn't she know that I lost it....like, a long, long time ago?

So, needless to say, I re-read the last few entries...well, maybe most of them. And I suppose I do seem a little (deep) fried. This has been an interesting time in my life...and like I said, I am just figuring it out. When I write about something, I am just processing it. Working it out. Doing the math. You know. So, I apologize to you, my 2 readers, if I have brought you down. I will attempt to be more a cheeri-ho than a ho-hummer.

But first, I have to tell you about a friend of mine. His name is Joey and I had a crush on him in 6th grade. We would meet at the corner of a busy street to walk across together to the main campus of our school where then we would take a bus to the middle school campus. He always waited for me. He always smiled. I remember he got a buzz cut at some point that year and I loved to rub his head and call him fuzz-bucket. I am not really sure why? Who knows why we do and say the things we do when we are 11.

I moved to Florida in 8th grade and lost touch with most of my middle school friends. When I went to the University of Georgia my freshman year, a lot of them showed back up in my life.

Through mutual friends and the fact that his fraternity was next door to my sorority, I saw Joey again. We would always hug, chat and take the requisite "Pictureman" picture. Over the years, I would hear about him from time to time. Little Joey, or Joe, as he is now known, died last week in his sleep. He was 35. How does that happen?

So, I am again reminded of the preciousness of our lives and the reality that it can be gone.... like that.

I'll be a cheery-ho next time.