Weird afternoon: a... not a friend, never friend, someone I went to preschool and nine grades of public school with, whose father went to school twelve years with my mother, whose grandfather took the herd of Jersey's off my grandmother's hands in payment for the feed bill when the Army gave her fifty cents an acre, seven dollars apiece for buildings and two weeks to get off the place in 1941 (a good thing, freeing her from debt and letting her buy a small place for her and her youngest four children, including my mom) has died. He teased me, bullied me, plagued my life until we moved down to Lacey, but it's weird to think he's gone.
Second death of a member of my class this year, but the first one was someone I knew had pancreatic cancer, so there wasn't the same shock to it.
