Moving houses, I found a t-shirt I kept meaning to give back to an intern I had had a few years before. We were close in age when I was at that job and we spent a lot of time together outside of work. I looked him up and found his Facebook page, where the last post was a year old, a memorial post from one of his family members. No information on how he died. It hit me a lot harder than I expected.
Holy crap, it's been a couple of years since I even learned he died and it still breaks me up a little.
Holy crap, it's been a couple of years since I even learned he died and it still breaks me up a little.