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Remembering Craig Hare: Jolt Into Reality

Craig's passing is a reminder . . . that life is precious. Life is a gift. - JOEY TUCKER

When I think back on how we are when we are young, I can't help but see how naive we are. When we are in our teens, we know it all, know how to do it all, and nobody can tell us anything. We also in our infinite knowledge think we are immortal.

I attended Adair County High and was in the same class as Craig Hare. I have to say that as an entire class, we were all very close. We had our little clicks, but everyone was pretty much friends with everyone else. I can recall some of the teachers saying that it was remarkable how well we all got along.



I can also remember some fun times with Craig, and the rest of the crew. I can remember how crazy we all acted and how much of life we all had before us. Now, when I think about him, I'm still shocked. How can a life, or the loss of, affect someone so deeply?

High School was such a great time for me. I made so many friends and as I said before we were all "immortal." In our eyes we were going to live forever. After all, 30 was so old. But now, here we are. We are all 30ish and that doesn't seem so very old after all.

I was given a view of true reality during our Junior year, when I was suddenly put in the hospital for a ruptured appendix and the infection that followed. I was a very sick boy and attending nurses and physicians told me at one point that I had around 36 hours left to live. However, here I am. I somehow made it.

I can only imagine what my parents went through thinking they were going to possibly lose a child. I can remember every detail of what I thought and felt when I realized I was going to possibly die. I realized a lot of things during that time span, and when I made it through my crisis I looked at life differently.

Craig and I recently made contact with one another again, and caught up on old times and we discussed many things in our lives. We talked about choices, we talked about being who we truly are, and we talked about my experiences with the possibility of death, we talked about his cancer and at that time, his possibility of death. We also shared secrets that we had from high school, that made us both laugh. We gossiped about old times, we pondered days ahead, etc. We shared stories that neither of us would share with anybody else. We realized we had a great deal in common, even though we had lost contact for a while. #Our conversations helped us both.

I'm so glad that I was able to talk to him before his passing. When I heard that he had left us, I can't explain how I felt. I am still in a bit of shock over it all. It jolted me back into reality, I suppose you could say. Once again, I begin to realize that we aren't here forever. We have to make ourselves happy, do the things we want in life, and live it to its fullest, because we never know how long we have.

I had learned that lesson once, at age 17, but had slowly gotten into a routine again and forgotten it. Craig's passing is a reminder to all of us that remember him, that went to school with him, that were able to call him friend. It's a reminder that life is precious. Life is a gift. Call those you love, tell them you love them. Spend time with your family and friends, because tomorrow they may no longer be here.

When I heard Craig was gone, I had to set down and I sat there for a long time. So young, and he's gone. I cried then, and I've cried many times since, and I cry now as I type this.

I have since had my special times of remembrance for him, and I have had my sadness over his passing. I can only say that he was a wonderful person. He was a great friend. I am so glad that I was able to talk with him before he left. He's not totally gone from us, just changed his permanent address, and one day I plan on visiting him again.

My mother recently told me to listen to a song. She said it was her song to me. This song would fit Craig perfectly. If you can listen to Rascall Flatts, My Wish, which begins "I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow," It would be what Craig would tell all of us in the few seconds before he left.Joey Tucker
Class of 1994 Adair County High School


This story was posted on 2006-12-16 01:23:09
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