I found out today that a guy I knew in high school was killed in a motorcycle accident when he lost control of his bike out in California. The hardest part was finding out that he wasn't killed instantly. He was awake and alert when the emergency team got there, but blacked out and stopped breathing while they were examining him. He died less than four hours later. Michael Kaske was in the Navy, working on the USS Higgins based out of San Diego. He was a part of a team that did search and seizure on land and other ships. He was in the military, he wasn't supposed to die in a motorcycle accident.
I knew Mike in High School. We used to be in band together and he used to take piano lessons from my mom. My junior year, we were in study hall together. I found out near the end of that year that he had a crush on me and that was the reason he was taking lessons from my mom. I tried dating him that summer, but I really wasn't into him as much as he was into me. I was in high school, I didn't know how to politely refuse someone, and I let him down pretty hard. Now I really feel like an asshole.I saw him once a few years ago when I was home on Spring Break. It was for Tara's 20th birthday my sophomore year, and Abby had invited him along to the Byrd downtown, which is where we were celebrating. It would have been right after he finished boot camp. I remember dancing with him and how he seemed to be really into Abby, and how I felt like an asshole even then. I wish now I could go back to high school and make ammends. But I know I can't. In the words of Rascall Flatts, it's "what hurts the most."
So Michael, here's a prayer for you:
I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you in high school, and I wish things could have been different. Now that you're gone, I want you to know that you will be sorely missed, and may God shelter you in the palm of His hand.
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