Nothing worse than writing two separate posts on two separate deaths within a span of six months. This one was particularly tough to take, as it was a good childhood friend of mine, and someone who was exactly my age (I was about 2-1/2 weeks older). As is the case with many childhood relationships, after high school Aaron and I grew apart. We hung out a couple of times in college, but not much after that. I often thought about how I should give him a call sometime, and maybe meet up for a beer or something. It never happened. Unfortunately, it is times like these that make you reflect on how important it is to keep in touch with people, even if casually here and there. Because once they are gone, there is no going back. It is cliched…but all too true.
Throughout my youth I had a lot of friends, but only a handful that I considered to be good friends. Aaron was one of them. He was a great athlete, a brilliant guy, and someone that was genuinely lucky to have known. He will be missed…