Here is the quick story.
First off I raced the last two weekends, and don't remember what time the running group starts. I hope it is 7:00. I slept in til 5:15. Quite a week.
I don't know how many years ago this was, but we were still at the old store. A person, Steve Rose looked me up at Menards. We were High School friends. We hung out a few times here and there. I went to a High School with a graduating class of 800 or so- hung out with many different people. I know we did one of the homecomings together at his house. Junior year I think. I don't remember who else was there. That was 463 years ago, and still forget stuff.
Anyway we kept trying to hook up in Michigan, but I was busy, or he was. It never worked out. I was always under the assumption things were going great. Great job, wife, kids, etc... Little did I know. He had issues. He was looking for meaning in his life.
Really a lot of sad stuff. I think I could have helped, because people who come and hang out with us here, are generally happy. We have a lot of positive stuff going on. Lisa and I are happily married. We still to this day have fought like maybe as many times as you can count on one hand.
Well, whatever, that really hurts a lot. He died like "into the wild" a man trying to find some answers.
God help us all!!