I am slipping in a quick post from an airport, just to give closure to a long week. In my last post, I paid tribute to the passing of a friend I knew when I was in high school, John Mundt, Esq. John passed last week unexpectedly. In part due to the unexpected nature, I made the decision to attend the services, which were held yesterday.
For what it’s worth, logistically this wasn’t easy. I learned of John’s passing late because I was in Germany. While I was due to come home from Germany shortly, I was returning to Los Angeles, not Wisconsin where the funeral would be; so I needed to make my plans while still overseas. Short notice meant far from ideal travel plans (mostly including the statement ‘arriving at 1AM). Plus, Auggie the Doggie would have no more than 18 hours between pick-up and drop-off at the kennel, after only a few days out from being in for a long period of time. Plus it was cold in Wisconsin. Plus the gas station in Stoddard I usually stop at for cheese curds was out.
With all the complaints out of the way, let me say I wouldn’t have been anywhere else. Sometimes going to a funeral is to be there for the family, and don’t get me wrong, I was there to do that. I am heartbroken for his beloved wife and his surviving sister. This time, it was as much to remember him and remember the effect he had on us in his small lucky group of uncool nerds.
Many of our circle couldn’t make it, which makes sense with the short notice, the time of year, and just how hard it is to get to where we grew up. But those of us who did laughed, cried, and loved.
I’ll hold off on the tributes, I think I said enough from my crazy UFO story from last week, but I will tell you this.
When you tell stories of crazy things kids do in high school, it has to come with a statute of limitations. We were generally good kids. We didn’t drink, didn’t do drugs, didn’t commit any crimes (of any great magnitude that is). But we did do some things that in hindsight were dangerous, crazy, and above all else … stupid. Thing is, when you are sixteen, seventeen, eighteen doing all that, you’d never tell your parents about it. So telling them now in front of them … you got to ask for forgiveness.
I sit in this airport tired. I talked so much, told so many stories, laughed soo hard, that I need to rest. That’s what tomorrow is for.
Tomorrow I live on. I live on without John, but live on regardless … and in his spirit I will live on loving what life has to give me.
Which starts with a 9am showing of Star Wars.