Hi,
I hope this post reaches you all happy and healthy. I sat today, at this computer to check my emails something i haven't been able to do in four days. I would love to talk just about Cambodia but there is something weighing heavily on my heart. The first friend i ever made in Vermont has passed away. Jared Fitzpatrick was my friend, he was a devil, a hellion, a terror at times as a kid but someone i loved. He leaves behind a loving girlfriend and a young really cute son. He was the reason i found myself in the principles office, for the first time, we were in the third grade. I was the reason he found his forehead split open, by a log, we were in the 4th grade. His mother is the only reason i passed Spanish class and is a really wonderful person. His father, a master marble sculpture, enjoyed making all things out of marble but a particular carving, one of a womans chest i often marveled at as a young kid, i will never forget it. We grew apart as people do as they get older but as a third grader, starting a brand new school as nervous as anyone could be, he took a chance, and i will be forever thankful for that Jared. Whenever we crossed paths i felt as if time had never moved, you were always the same Jared and there was something comforting in that. Your passing is noticed, is felt and is far to early. A lot of people knew you better than I and i feel for them too, i know they are hurting and mourning your passing. You had a devilish grin and a hell of a guard dog, i will remember them always. Rest now in peace my old friend.
If you read this, look around you, throw your arms out and grab the ones you love, hold them extra long, until it feels awkward and still don't let go. Tell them just how much they mean to you. Life is so fragile, take the moment, do it now, you will never regret it.
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