2ndclepunkbuddha

Just the other day I was on Facebook (as everyone else is constantly) and got a notice that I had been added to a group.   This was a secret group.   It popped up in the lower left corner of the screen, I was doing something else and by the time it registered with me that it had happened, the bubble disappeared.   Upon double checking things, I was rather surprised for a variety of reasons that a secret group had been created for my upcoming 25 th high school reunion, which will be next spring/summer.   25 already?   It seems like just yesterday I was just anticipating going to my 20 th reunion.   And being sorely disappointed with it.                     I was in an usual feeling for the event, as I’m sure all are if and when they decide to go to their reunions.   I remembered thinking to myself once I had returned from the high school graduation cere...

Last weekend I went to a funeral in Detroit.  It was for my childhood friend's father, a kind man and a wonderful soul I was privileged to know, and it was of great sadness that I heard of his passing.  I insisted on going to the funeral even though it was a ways to travel, but I believe in this principal and follow through on it completely: When people die, you go to their funerals.  It says to you and others around you that you are there to pay your last respects to that person and that you cared for that person no matter what did or did not happen. But this blog is not about my friend's father, it was about another situation that presented itself at the event.  I was nearly sickened to see that someone else showed up at this man's funeral when I saw him across the room.  I quickly looked away and did not make eye contact.  I didn't want to be near him.  I have no idea if he saw me at all, and if he did he would probably play the avoiding game if h...