Reflections on mortality
This week I lost another classmate, Paul Ruffin. Even though our paths did not cross many times since we graduated from S.D. Lee High in 1959, my memories of Paul are very vivid.
He was our class poet in that day and wrote about our senior trip to D.C. I read it at our 50th reunion and the memories came flooding back. Even then Paul had a way with words. He will be missed.
Lately I have lost many friends; the question keeps coming to me why not me? Why are they called home and I am still here? That is an age-old question. Maybe my job or mission here is not complete. If that is the case, I should make every day count. Love my fellow man. Help those in need. Make difference in my community. There is a lot to do.
There are those that are only interested in self-gratification or what is better for them. Not a care for the others. Until we start putting others ahead, we will never become the great country we use to be.
Until we can unite as one and have one goal we will never survive.
Simple thoughts from a simple guy.
Lee Roy Lollar Jr.
Columbus
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