Chalk it up to my age, but when I saw the posters with the kid’s photo, I was sad. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but nothing clicked.
Until today. Until they found his body. Tam’s son texted to let her know and I passed the information along to my youngest. That’s when he told me he had gone to school with Dwight and that’s when all the pieces fell into place. Dwight Clark and my son were buddies through grade school and middle school. They would have continued to hang out together, but the district had other plans and they ended up in different high schools.
There were four boys that stuck together, from kindergarten through middle school, nice guys. Good guys. I remember many a field trip with those four. Dwight was one of the good ones, easy to be around, not one for getting lost at the zoo or aquarium.
He graduated this last June and headed to Western Washington University. They found his body on Sunday. I was sad to learn the news, but it wasn’t until I connected all the dots in my memory that the world went “tilt” and my heart broke.
I sent another text to my youngest; “I just needed to tell you I love you.” But what I needed even more was his reply, “I love you too.”