Fortunately, this time it's not family. Otherwise, I don't know how well I'd fare. However, this particular person's death still touches me. He was one of the men from my old church, and it seemed that he always took time to talk with me whenever he saw me.
The troubling thing is that, since I left my old church, I basically dropped all communication with the people there (I didn't bother to tell anyone that I left). At the time, I was still working at Blockbuster, which was right up the street from the place, so I would see them from time to time. Since quitting, I haven't been in contact with anyone there for five months, so... I did not know that this person had died until this morning. I found an e-mail at an address I scarcely use anymore: an invitation to the memorial scheduled for yesterday that I should have received last Friday, but didn't actually get until today.
Frankly, I feel terrible that 1) I had no idea that he died, and 2) I didn't go to the memorial (because, had I known, I would have been there). I think he was too young to go, but we all have our time to leave, whether we understand it or not. Please, keep his surviving family in prayer and forgive the long post. I guess I just wanted you all to know exactly where I'm coming from on this.