What do you wear to a memorial service for a person you have not seen or talked to in 20 years...
This was the question I found myself asking as I stood in my closet on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I was not sure what to wear as this is Washington state and we do not dress up or down for much of anything, even the memorial of a gone too soon old friend from Sultan High School class of 93. I feel like our humble class of 63 graduates has endured a few too many of these. At our 30-year reunion, we all stood around a table looking at the photos of young, smiling faces of classmates. It felt heavy. Today felt the same. I have not kept in touch with Kylie, only bumping into her and her Mom randomly at a vintage sale in Spokane about 20 years ago. She was not one of our group that attended reunions, she did not have social media (or if she did, I was not invited to that part of her life) I won’t sit here and pretend that we were close, we were not. This is what was running through my head as I looked outside, saw that it was positively gully-washing, and knew I had about a 2-hour drive in ...
