Choose Wisely

My first funeral was my grandmother’s funeral. I was twelve. Two weeks later, my second funeral was for a classmate. She was not yet twelve. Chris was a shy, simple girl, a good student. She had a small smile, was introverted. I had not bothered getting to know her. I might have thrown her an occasional “hi”. She had a friend already. Joyce. I have thought of Chris for fifty-four years. Choices can haunt you for the rest of your life…