I went to a funeral. For a young man...Timothy Plaistow. He was a senior in high school. He also used to live across the street from me. I watched him grow up and when I stop to think about it...that's when I first showed the desire to work with younger people...as a child myself. He would round up kids and they all would wait for me to get home to play basketball or catch. When I hugged his mom at the funeral...she thanked me. She said that Timmy always looked up to me. I still can't stop the tears...I still can't stop crying about it. He committed suicide...and even tho I was no longer a huge part of his life...I can't help but feel like I still could have done something differently. Please pray for his family...especially his mom who had to bury him...and his younger sister and brother who he left behind.
