I first met John H. at a middle school dance. He was skinny, wearing a white Izod shirt and those Rick James style sunglasses that were so popular. He was with an entire group of people whom I didn't know but found fascinating--John G., Don, Gene, Sherrie, and some others. John H., though was the one on whom I had a crush. The crush on John G. (a bit of a goofball) came later. John H. was always slightly wacky, funny, very non-serious, and in general a good person. We never became closer than friends, but I've thought of him often over the years, wondering how he was doing since moving to Utah, wondering if he ever kept in touch with anyone. I'd actually thought of him a couple of weeks ago, but as usual, did nothing about it.
John G. called this morning to tell me that John H. had died the day after Thanksgiving. They think his heart gave out. I've been thinking of him all day, actually thinking of all of them. But the clearest memory that comes to my mind is them at that middle school dance all those years ago.
More may be added here as I think on this...
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