We Remember When... Friends From Long Ago

   I'm 62 years old.  Life, or the end of life  seems to be creeping in more and more.   Of late I hear of so many I have known  who have passed from this earth to their Heavenly home, or suffering with terminal disease.  Dear ones  that helped shape my life , and will always bring sweet memories to times past.   Just  a few hours ago,  I learned about another  from my youthful days who is suffering so, and about to part from this world. I , along with his family and many friends, pray for Dave Weldon, trusting our Lord is ever present with him.

     I  remember those early days of our childhood when we attended St. Rose of Lima school  together,  learning the foundations of our Catholic faith, and giving the nuns a run for their money. We were lively children. During our grade school days, Dave played on the basketball team, was an altar boy and  the first boy I kissed  playing Spin the Bottle at our eighth grade party. After St. Rose , we were classmates at Bell High , and in later years   neighbors living across the street from one another on the modest street ,  Flora Avenue.  Our  younger brothers, Walt and Mike were pals.

    For many years Dave and I shared the same friends, including his high school girlfriend, Pam .  Eventually, we all moved on and our lives took different turns; careers, marriage, family, and we  lived  lives happily ever after.  Yet,  we  still recall that time long ago when we knew each other when., and how sweet it was.

    God Bless you, David Weldon , the boy you were, and the man you grew to be.