Thursday, February 22, 2018
I was surprised and saddened to read that Pete had died. I remember how full of life he always seemed to be in high school. I remember his Mom, Jane, working in the office at the high school. And I knew all of his siblings as well. Susan was in my class, although I don't think I've seen her since we graduated. But, I knew Susan, and I feel for you, Susan. It's got to be hard to lose a sibling, and even harder when he is younger.....just doesn't seem right. Now that nearly all of our parents are gone, we have become the oldest generation still living.....it's hard to realize that. I see that Pete was 65 when he died, and that's how old my Dad was when he passed, but it's strange--Pete seems like he's still just a kid and just too young to be taken away. I'm sure it's that I am having trouble accepting that people of our generation are dying. For the Rushtons that are still here, I just want you to know that I'm sorry you have to suffer this loss. Take care and be kind to yourselves.
