I met Kenneth on one of those dating apps that 95% of millennials use, because how are we going to find “the one” without the extensive use of modern technology?
I met Samantha on the school bus in Kindergarten. A sassy, outspoken child, she had no issue screaming at children twice her size and three times her age if they were getting on her nerves. She’s been one of my best friends for two decades, and things haven’t changed.
Kenneth and I were Facebook official and had not a care in the world when we were together. Our relationship was short and sweet, and we broke up to pursue different things.
Samantha and I took Hancock County by storm, driving around after curfew, screaming Panic! At The Disco at the top of our lungs in my Scion xB. She was my junior prom date, my personal therapist and that friend who is always truthful, even if you don’t want to hear it.
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Kenneth passed away this week, and I didn’t get to say goodbye. Samantha, who serves in the military and is on a ship overseas, lost her grandmother last night, and will most likely not be able to make it home for the services. The woman who had taught Samantha to fly gained her own wings.
Life is short and can end before we know it. Sing at the top of your lungs. Wear something scandalous if you want. Order dessert. Dance, and dance everywhere. Have a debate. Order something you’ve never had before. Get in your car and drive on your next day off. Embrace the world. Study another culture. Go and do.
We only have one time to make our mark on the word—go out and live.