Flashback....maybe not
I was reading through a friends blog just now and decided to write this...a friend on facebook mentioned that she is attending a funeral for a high school class mate today. I did a little looking and found the name then grabbed an old yearbook and discovered that I had highlighted it, meaning that at some point in some way I knew him. Aside from the name sounding vaguely familiar, he didn't ring any bells, his picture didn't spark any memories and I couldn't have pointed him out to anyone. It made me stop and wonder, how many people would say the same about me, if I died? It's sad to think about the people that pass through our lives and fade away, leaving nothing to remind us, except a highlighted name in a yearbook that sits dusty and forgotten on a bookshelf somewhere in our home. I hope that Preston Washington is remembered and cherished by many many people , just as I hope that when I die I will have left some tangible evidence in the hearts and minds of more than ...