My mom was over at my new house - formerly my grandmother's house - today, putting up some dollar-store decorations that she got to make the house look more lived-in. She ran into a friend of hers who was coming down the street.
"I just took a cake to the Berry's house," her friend said. "Young Joe just died, you know."
I went to school with "Young Joe" from kindergarten through eighth grade, and possibly into high school - once we hit high school everything changed, and I lost track of the handful of classmates I graduated with from Catholic school. Joe was always a little bit ahead of the rest of us in the social skills department - cooler, tougher, more relaxed. He was the first of us to get laid (in the seventh grade, I think, by one of the eighth grade girls - I wonder if she'll be at the wake?) He was the sort of kid I always imagined would do very well or very badly.
Whether he did very well or very badly, I do not know. What caused him to die at the age of 39, I do not know. All I know is that he's dead now, survived by both his parents, his younger sisters, his little brother, and his new wife.
Waning gibbous, February 20, 2022, 3:45 AM
2 years ago
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Wow. At least there were no kids?
According to the obituary in today's paper, he had two step-children and thress step-grandchildren.
And I realize it's wrong to judge by appearances, but from the picture that accompanies his obituary - the best, most representative photo of him his hamily could come up with on short notice - I would say that the answer to whether or not he did well would be "not".
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