Tears are in my eyes as I write this post. My dear high school friend Frank Hatfield died yesterday. My heart is trying to comprehend the news... He had just written a post on my face book just a few days ago.
We graduated in 1972 and lost contact. It was just a year or two ago that we connected again through face book.
Frank was my neighbor. He probably lived 4-5 miles from my home, but in Alaska that is what we call neighbors. We rode the same bus to school for 7 years and shared the same bus stop.
Frank was gentle and kind and had a sweet spirit. I can still see his smile and hear his gentle laughter.
One memory I have of him that makes me smile is when we were seniors. He wanted to take me to the high school prom and my parents didn't allow me to go to dances. He kept telling me he was going to go ask my dad and I kept asking him to please don't, because I know my dad would not allow me to go. He never asked my dad because of my wishes, but I will always remember his persistence :}
Life is so fragile. In a moment's time, it is gone. My heart weeps because of the loss of my dear friend. Childhood friends hold places in your heart forever.
I loved you Frank Hatfield.....
