I (Jo) found out today that my cousin died. He was a little less than a year younger than me. In fact his birthday was March 2 and mine is March 19 and he used to be so happy that we were the same age for 17 days. I, of course being older, hated it. He and I were the best of friends when we were little. When I was aroudn 4 or 5 I really thought we were going to get married. <Insert Arkansas joke here> I haven’t seen Kres in about 10 years (maybe even a little more) and haven’t talked to him in almost as many. Our lives went in very separate directions. I always wondered about what he was doing, life just gets by and it is even more true when people are not a part of your everyday life. However, he was a huge part of my childhood. We played “Dukes of Hazard” together with his older brother…I was always Daisy Duke. We watched Gremlins together…we were sitting on the front row and I was sick from being so close and freaked out by the movie. I have a book that my grandma, Nana, made for me that had me in a “Jungle Book” adventure and Kres was in the book too because we were so close. I don’t know the person that Kres became, I don’t know why we turned out to have such different lives, and I don’t know why we didn’t stay in touch. All I know is that I am sad that this young man is gone. I love you, Boogie.
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