You know when in school they would say "drugs are bad" and the like? At the time, we may think that its lame, or that "only squares don't do drugs" or something. How little did we know of what our teachers were trying to prevent. Today we buried (cremated actually) someone from my grade school class. He was only three months older than me (I'm only 25), and left behind three kids. It wasn't suicide, but an accidental overdose, an hour after he decided he wanted to go to rehab. Right after he said he wanted to change for his kids.
My grade school was a Catholic K-8 school, and was somewhat small. My class consisted of only around 25 kids, most of whom had attended this specific school since kindergarten. I knew him for most of my childhood, even though I would not really say he was a friend. Heck, last time I saw him was almost a decade ago. He, as well as a few others in that clique, would laugh at the D.A.R.E. pledges and stuff. It was but a joke, but yet here we are at his funeral at such a young age.
Not many people showed up. Not even his good friends from that time. As dark as it may be, I can't really say that I'm entirely surprised that he was the first of our class to go, just based on the life he lived, even back in jr. high. How little did we know that the adults that came in with the silly "don't do drugs" bracelets were speaking the truth. How little did he know that he would be the first to go, and that only I, not even one of his friends at the time, would be the only one of our class to see his hearse drive off.
I hope his family finds peace, for no parent should bury their child. I hope Spencer is with The Father now. For the sake levity, Drugs are Bad, Mkay.
My grade school was a Catholic K-8 school, and was somewhat small. My class consisted of only around 25 kids, most of whom had attended this specific school since kindergarten. I knew him for most of my childhood, even though I would not really say he was a friend. Heck, last time I saw him was almost a decade ago. He, as well as a few others in that clique, would laugh at the D.A.R.E. pledges and stuff. It was but a joke, but yet here we are at his funeral at such a young age.
Not many people showed up. Not even his good friends from that time. As dark as it may be, I can't really say that I'm entirely surprised that he was the first of our class to go, just based on the life he lived, even back in jr. high. How little did we know that the adults that came in with the silly "don't do drugs" bracelets were speaking the truth. How little did he know that he would be the first to go, and that only I, not even one of his friends at the time, would be the only one of our class to see his hearse drive off.
I hope his family finds peace, for no parent should bury their child. I hope Spencer is with The Father now. For the sake levity, Drugs are Bad, Mkay.