My friend Cheryl's birthday is today. She would have been 46 years old, but yesterday was her funeral. One day before her birthday she was laid to rest.
She is survived by her husband, two children, two grandchildren, her parents, her grandparents, her brother, two nieces, many, many relatives and the entire Class of 1983.
She was always so nice. Honestly, you never knew if she was in a bad mood because she was always pleasent. She was a good wife, mother, daughter, granddaughter, and everything else. It's true that only the good die young.
I'm from the small town of Prague so we had a small class, I think 67. I can't find my yearbook to confirm it. She was the fourth from our class, the first of us girls and the first from natural causes. One boy died in a car accident in front of the grocery store one week before our senior year, one died in another car accident on that dangerous curve outside of town and one drowned along with four of his family members.
There is something about losing one of your classmates. You have this bond like no other. It's a different emotion. All those high school memories come rushing back, the good and the bad. You start wondering whatever happened to so and so. I wonder if they are on Facebook.
I think this song helps explain my feelings.
We will always be the Class of '83.