a death
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2005.04.16
Today I got word that one of my best friends from my high school days drowned in a diving mishap. We drifted apart after high school, but it is a real shock none the less. He used to be the ringleader in our expeditions around the province when we were young landscapers and bottle depot clerks.
RIP, Jeremy.