Thursday, May 25, 2006
Krystal Kid goes home
As I mentioned Tuesday, I have been dealing with some stuff offline since this past weekend. I have just returned from a trip to Conyers, the town where I grew up. Sadly, I had to return for a funeral. For that reason this post will be a rare detour from the typical Krystal banter. My friend Ken died Thursday of a heart attack. Ken was 39. People just aren't supposed to have heart attacks that young. But then Ken always was different, I suppose. You always hear people say things like 'When I die, I want everyone to have a big ol' party and celebrate my memory, not be all sad and depressed.' Unfortunately, I have been to lots of funerals in my lifetime and no one has ever actually put that plan into action. Until Ken. ![]() ![]() I've had a lot of people shake their head in disbelief at me and 'that whole Krystal thing.' I am just taking a page from Ken's book and enjoying now as much as I possibly can, and making the most of the present. It reminds me of the closing line of one of my all time favorite movies Vision Quest: "We're born to live and then to die. We've got to do it alone, each in our own way, and I guess we ought to love those people who deserve it like there's no tomorrow, because when you get right down to it, there isn't." ![]() ![]() |
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