tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417970621503589015.post7475493398820521971..comments2020-09-15T20:06:39.087+07:00Comments on Wayfaring Writer: February 27th A Day I'll Always RememberTHE MURFNICKELShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01087748102325827019noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417970621503589015.post-47856419239345442442009-03-12T11:39:00.000+07:002009-03-12T11:39:00.000+07:00Hey, Murph. You are a great friend for keeping Ky...Hey, Murph. You are a great friend for keeping Kyle in your soul. It brought back so many memories for me, too, of those days just being a kid. GREAT times. I lost five childhood friends and classmates before turning 15 but not someone so close. But then our class of 54 went almost 35 years without losing a single person - now we have lost one. Treasure each moment: past, present and future. Macpacesetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758925155500357793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417970621503589015.post-69774708448870530152009-02-28T08:03:00.000+07:002009-02-28T08:03:00.000+07:00You are so right Jeff would have been 16 and in y...You are so right Jeff would have been 16 and in your class. No, I was not with them and think about if I were. Would I have been hurt? Would it have been me holding the other end? Would I have stopped it? Those thoughts have passed through my head thousands of times. I was at Ray and Chad Daisy's house playing kickball when the ambulance came screaming past Indian Hill it almost hit Kevin and I. We were in the road getting the ball. I even remember saying "I wonder who died at the nursing home". Then I went home and found out what happened.THE MURFNICKELShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01087748102325827019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417970621503589015.post-59368796707643179622009-02-28T05:34:00.000+07:002009-02-28T05:34:00.000+07:00I love your stories. I didn't know Kyle, but Jeff...I love your stories. I didn't know Kyle, but Jeff was in my class when it happened. I've always wondered how a family survives a loss like that and hadn't given much thought to who his friends were or how they felt. You sure make me feel the loss of him, too. Were you with them that day, Neal?Mrs. Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09281364500907238463noreply@blogger.com