i know it's december 1 tonight, but i wasn't able to post yesterday. see, two years ago yesterday, my best friend passed away. he was taken by a motorcycle accident, and ever since i got that phone call, that dreaded phone call, my life hasn't been the same. cliche? yes. total truth? also yes.
i went to a really tiny school throughout my grade, middle, and high school journey. in the k-12 academy there was a total of 300 students. max. whatever class you were in, you were stuck with them until graduation day. i came to the academy in the second grade. your classmates, they become family. you love them. you hate them. you laugh with them. you cry with them. most importantly, you can't imagine life without them. not a single one.
jonathan boyett munro was my rock. i have known that boy since the second grade. back when boys had cooties. back when chasing the boys all recess, just for the heck of it, was the greatest way to spend recess time. back when it wasn't cool to crush on your classmates. he held our class together. he made it ok to be yourself. even if your version of yourself was geeky. loser. shy. for 11 years in school he sat behind me. every. single. day. we would write notes to each other. i have boxes full of notes. he would play with my hair. he would put rats in my hair and i would get so upset, but then he'd hug me and hide his face in my hair until i forgave him. he always got me to forgive him.
he was childish. he was mature. he was quiet. he was the voice of the class. humble. intelligent. forgiving. caring. he loved taking photos of himself, but would never look at the camera. he was creative. he was unselfish. and best of all, he loved.
he loved with all of his heart, in his own, sweet, sweet way. it was unorthodox. it was wrong. it was different. it was difficult. but he loved.
and i loved him.
i will see him again when christ comes back to take us home. and oh, that day. that glorious, sweet day. i cannot wait for it.
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