36, Snow, wet


To the community center today.




Saturday was beautiful but missed out on actually biking. Attended a funeral of a high school classmate, Richelle (Harvala) Monson. Growing up in a small town, even though you don't necessarily hang out with someone doesn't mean you don't know them. I didn't really hang out with Richelle in high school but did run into her at our 25th high school reunion last summer and said a few words to her. She was happy. I remember her as laughing a lot in high school. 43 is too young to go. She leaves a husband and two, teenage boys behind. Makes you hug your loved ones a little tighter.

Went for a walk in the woods and along the Pelican River...