I used to ‘work’ with a group of high school aged kids back home. Today I found out one of them was killed yesterday and it made me sick.
While violence isn’t new, it still sucks. And it sucks even more this time around because it was someone I knew. I know this sounds terrible, but it was always easier to take the bad news of a violent death because it was someone else. Someone I didn’t know. I would say a prayer for the grieving family and shake my head, but it was manageable because the deceased wasn’t one of my people.
Welp. Not this time.
Treavor was a typical teenager. I remember the respectable goofy kid who always said hello and gave me a hug. Even after he graduated from high school. He wasn’t perfect – no kid is. But he wasn’t into anything terrible that I knew about. And yes, I still keep tabs on the kids from 3,000 miles away.
I won’t go on and on, but I hadn’t spoken to him in awhile. And I feel bad about it. I want yesterday back so I can say hey. And maybe delay him 5 minutes.