Today, I said goodbye to an old friend - one of my husband's best buds from Way Back, when we were all just kids, before Life took over & Reality kicked our butts. Along the way, while we were all trying to find our places in this world, we lost touch. It's sad that it takes a funeral to bring us all back together.
When I got up this morning, my feet were firmly planted in 2006. When I go to bed tonight, I'll still be lost somewhere in 1980 something. The Game Room at Procious ... big hair ... KC & the Sunshine Band ... fresh young love ... we were all slim & invincible & had all our hair.
I can't honestly say that I know what kind of person he became or even what kind of person he was last week. It really doesn't matter. In my mind, he'll forever be young & happy & have the world at his feet. He came from Good People, he was Good People & he'll leave a void in the hearts of many.
My sincere, heart-felt condolences to the entire Shamblin family. Darrell was only 45.
