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I moved away from my home state a long time ago and didn’t keep in touch with high school classmates. Never attended any class reunions, either. Yet for some strange reason, tonight I got sidetracked into searching names from my HS graduating class. Three of them popped up in obituary listings, with death at different ages.
Even though that’s not many, it made me feel old just thinking of them dead already. The reason is, of course, in my mind’s eye they are still 18 years old.
Try it sometime. There is something especially jolting about remembering teenagers and reading that their older selves are no longer living.
I moved away from my home state a long time ago and didn’t keep in touch with high school classmates. Never attended any class reunions, either. Yet for some strange reason, tonight I got sidetracked into searching names from my HS graduating class. Three of them popped up in obituary listings, with death at different ages.
Even though that’s not many, it made me feel old just thinking of them dead already. The reason is, of course, in my mind’s eye they are still 18 years old.
Try it sometime. There is something especially jolting about remembering teenagers and reading that their older selves are no longer living.
Why on earth would you think anyone would want to do that?? That's pretty sick.
I moved away from my home state a long time ago and didn’t keep in touch with high school classmates. Never attended any class reunions, either. Yet for some strange reason, tonight I got sidetracked into searching names from my HS graduating class. Three of them popped up in obituary listings, with death at different ages.
Even though that’s not many, it made me feel old just thinking of them dead already. The reason is, of course, in my mind’s eye they are still 18 years old.
Try it sometime. There is something especially jolting about remembering teenagers and reading that their older selves are no longer living.
I live near the town I grew up in.
Second largest class to go through the district, classes were 50-60 students crammed into rooms meant to hold 25-30. There was about 10" between desks, the small half flippable table attached to a plastic chair.
There's only two funeral homes there, one prominent and a smaller lesser used one.
I periodically check the obits for both homes.
Last year I found 6 of my classmates, and one each of classes ahead and immediately behind mine had all passed away.
I'm only 58.
I know at least 3 passed last year, don't remember exact number, but IIRC, it was a lower number in '20 than in '21.
I doesn't really make me feel old, actually I'm a bit in awe that, with my very bad health, that I've now out lived them!
And still earth go round and round, people come, and people go.
I moved away from my home state a long time ago and didn’t keep in touch with high school classmates. Never attended any class reunions, either. Yet for some strange reason, tonight I got sidetracked into searching names from my HS graduating class. Three of them popped up in obituary listings, with death at different ages.
Even though that’s not many, it made me feel old just thinking of them dead already. The reason is, of course, in my mind’s eye they are still 18 years old.
Try it sometime. There is something especially jolting about remembering teenagers and reading that their older selves are no longer living.
I've kept in touch with some of my classmates and now even more. We had a 40th reunion some years ago.
We lost so many along the years - elementary, jr high, high school! We just lost another one two weeks ago.
I moved away from my home state a long time ago and didn’t keep in touch with high school classmates. Never attended any class reunions, either. Yet for some strange reason, tonight I got sidetracked into searching names from my HS graduating class. Three of them popped up in obituary listings, with death at different ages.
Even though that’s not many, it made me feel old just thinking of them dead already. The reason is, of course, in my mind’s eye they are still 18 years old.
Try it sometime. There is something especially jolting about remembering teenagers and reading that their older selves are no longer living.
Nah.....oh....and BTW....we are all going to die. FYI.
When I observe somebody younger who met their demise, I visualize being missed by that arrow.
Think of every day as potentially being your final day.
My Hubs likes to read them.....some people have had the most fascinating lives!!! Those are the ones that might make me think "geez, you're a slacker." LOL........but these are usually people we don't know....just random obits in the paper.
This reminds me of my mother. She'd occasionally read the obits. She actually cried when she saw her former manager had died from throat cancer..
Then another time a coworker died by reheating Carmel popcorn in a microwave. For some reason, it exploded, shooting the flaming popcorn on her and her clothes caught fire.
After that, she never read the obits again.
I don't read them as I'm in a different state and not wanting to buy papers.
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