This past Sunday, I had the misfortune to attend a young friend's funeral. At 20 years old, he was way too young to pass on. It is not yet determined if it was foul play or an accident, either way he will be sorely missed by everyone. Everytime that I wore my kilt around him, he said it was pretty cool and he even thought about getting one for himself. Being a tie-dyed in the wool hippie he was going to get something contemporary. Before the funeral, his mother asked my mother-in-law if I was going to wear my kilt. She naturally volunteered me. I think it meant alot to his mother. I received many positive comments and quite a few approving nods. I thought I might be a little underdressed in a dark sweater, but out of the 200+ attendees, most of the younger crowd was dressed in tie-dye in his honor. The world is lesser because of his absence.

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