priceless.....

I've found strength in people I would have never envisioned...is there different kind of support found in those who know me less? I ponder that over and over...and I still wonder what makes these younger people "find" me...or how they seem to know what to say to me while others are lost for words...I look back on me, being young, 20 or there about...I would have never had the courage to stop in on a family I knew during their loss...I lost a few friends after high school, tragically, it was due to car accidents...the one boy was one of my best friends...he was sweet, caring and kind to me and all of our other friends, I sat by him in a few classes...he had an El Camino and would give me rides to school in the morning...he had this fascination with cars...when he passed...it was sudden and unanticipated death...complete and utter turmoil for his family...he had just graduated months before and was away at college when this horrible event occurred...so his family was reeling in the same realization as us...how can you see your son at breakfast one morning and that night, you find he's gone? Like us, that's probably what they thought, too....they had private services...so we, his friends, didn't get that closure of saying good-bye or paying our respects...I thought about his parents...his sister who became an only child like Jordan...I remember how much those siblings loved each other too...I wish I would have visited them...I wish I could have told his sister the many times he'd talk about her, with endearing smiles...a proud older brother's stories...he told tales of mischief and fun...of their years of growing up together....and I still think of him from time to time...and always with smiles and happy thoughts...I hope Adam's friends relate to what I am remembering with my old friend...perhaps Adam and he met already in Heaven....I guess with today's writing, I'm professing how my weakness then.... prevented me from sharing the beauty I saw in my friend...my inability then....prohibited myself to "be there" for another family...the card I sent and the flowers delivered were nice....but it wasn't enough...through the years I've learned much...more thought of are the times shared with kindness...perhaps a listening ear...a hand to hold, a hug to give...the kids who continue to drop by do just that...there's no monetary price...because what they give us...is priceless....