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On Saturday, someone I grew up with died in a car accident. He was 19. We weren't close friends by any means, but it's the first time Death has brushed my arm as he walked by.
WanderingEng · 2942 days ago · link ·
Oh man, I'm sorry. Not being close doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, and it doesn't mean you shouldn't feel sad or grieve his passing. A classmate died in a car accident my last year of high school. We weren't close, but we'd been in classes together since we were eight years old. I still remember him in second grade. We weren't close, we hung out with different people and had different hobbies and interests, but I still choke up a little when I think of him. His funeral was really tough. That was seventeen years ago. His name was Ryan.