96/365: Matt

Matt and I met in kindergarten and went to the same schools until we graduated. His parents were military people and very involved in the Legion and the Royal Elks. He was often in trouble at school, but he was not a bad person.

One day in grade 12 I was feeling really crappy and he was standing by my locker. He didn't say anything but he gave me a hug. That's the last time I remember seeing him.

It suddenly occurred to me the other day that there's a good chance he's getting shot at in Afghanistan or Haiti right now. I hope he's well.