Growing up in a small town had it's share of pros and cons. Obviously, everyone knows everyone. Which in itself is a pro and con. It's nice to know everyone, to walk in the grocery store and see familiar places. On the other hand everyone typically knows your business and well that's probably another topic for another day. However in a town where everyone knows everyone, when tragedy strikes - chances are a large amount of people you know will be affected. Unfortunately tragedy struck our small town again recently. We lost yet another friend way before his time. (And it also made me realize this was the 8th friend we had lost since 1995 - seems unreal right?)
The silver lining within any tragedy is the power they have in reuniting people. People who you maybe haven't seen in almost a decade or maybe people who you had a falling out with. And death puts life into perspective. None of the meaningless petty stuff really matters when death is starring you in the face. And while losing Will Bleakley was a horriffic cruel event we were all forced to cope with, it was wonderful to all be reunited. To be together. Again.
You know what I realized. My friends rock. Seriously, the are the best. This is only a small fraction of them but being able to see a vast majority of them and pick back up right where things were left off years and years ago was bittersweet, yet wonderful. And that's why today I love being from a small town. I know when shit hits the fan, when push comes to shove, and any other cliche you can think off happens - I've got an amazing support network. And it's the greatest thing in the world.
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