they call themselves the clan

They met in the 7th grade, and they all went to an alternative high school together. They backpacked together, drove to Alaska together, created art together. They went their separate ways, took different paths, and come together every five years or so. Here they are at our wedding. Steve is in the middle of the bottom row in the vest.

This weekend they were together to remember Kurt. He was the musician (the one in the hat). He was 54. For some of us, this was our second funeral together in five months.

I really have no words to describe this. Except that no matter how the paths differ, how much distance, or how much time, friendship is a wonderful gift.

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About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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