There is a kid who rode on my shoulders during two passes through a corn maze. He was three then. He liked that I was so tall, and being articulate let me know it. He wanted to be tall when he grew up. I was 15 at the time.
That's how old he was when they put him in the ground today. His friend - a respectable kid from a respectable family - didn't see the truck coming when they were at the stop sign. He blames himself, but he can't. Sometimes losing someone is just that, and we're left at a loss.
"Rivers and Roads" - The Head and The Heart
