We are all family when a tragedy like this happens. A constant in these killing is often a person who cannot accept rejection of overpowering feelings of being in love. Not confessing here but more than once I thought I was in undying love. Had to accept it was an illusion and an intrusion when the love was not returned. Age allows you to know when one moves on it comes to a time that person is forgotten. I have forgotten names of girls at the time I thought I couldn't forget. I remember my college sweetheart when she told me we were to close and should see others. I looked at other girls blankly that liked me. But when I met my wife the Sweetheart became forgotten history. I wish her well. If it is not shared it is not love but infatuation.
For the record I did not report on this weeks football game. I stayed to the end but don't know why. The coaches on his team are idiots, excuse me, might be brighter. The leading receiver and still third leading has not been passed to in two games despited being open constantly. All the plays are designed for three offensive plays. Two who could not catch a ball that was handed to them. A quarterback who has to look at his wrist to see who to pass to no matter who is open and then won't throw until he is being tackled. First play of game is a handoff to number 28. For the game 72 yards on 28 carries. A sparkling 2.6 yards a carry. He does the same every week so leads the team in rushing. A quarterback who completed 9 of 26 passed for 58 yards. On one catch Brent has that many. It poured down rain and my mind was on Marysville Pilchuck. The offensive plays so boring. Hand off to 28 pass to 28 who drops it, and quartback runs for 38 on 10 carries. We lost 10-7 to a team who had one win all season. Somehow we had a hopelessly bad pass fall in our hands and were on the four. Three off tackle backward runs and the quarterback fumbled the ball. Wide receivers running around the endzone looking for a place to get out of the rain because no one on the opponent cared about them. They were all chasing the quarterback./dandy