Last Wednesday, a guy that graduated in '09 from my high school committed suicide. When I first heard who it was, I did not recognize his name. It was only when I saw his picture that i realized that I had actually been acquainted with him. I realized that he had been on my baseball team a few times, and he had the same sweatshirt that I did in the tenth grade. However I had not so much as seen him since then.
After the unfortunate news had settled in, I began to think about his life that would have been. I also realized that he really was a great guy, and my friend. This is when an interesting question popped into my head. When he died, did he stop being a great guy, and furthermore, my friend? Why do we as a whole always refer to the deceased in the past tense? I concluded by creating the opinion that he is still
my friend, and still
a great guy. Also, I came to the conclusion that there are some things that death cannot tarnish. Cody Halterman is
a great guy, and will always be
Seeing as this is an interesting philosophical question, comments pertaining to this subject and containing interesting opinions are welcome and much desired.
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Rock on good people.