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I got a call this morning from my best friend from elementary and middle school, Tara. She told me what I have now heard three times about the people I went to St.Judes with, "I don't know if you've heard, but....". now Laura. Friday night/saturday morning, at 3:30am. She was riding with Jessica, the car flipped over. She died at the scene, Jessica is in the hospital. "I'll call you when I find out about the funeral, I'll call you when I find out more". This hasn't happened since 8th grade, when Alicia died, then later Mark. I can't even imagine what Jessica's going through. It's kind of sad that this is what brings us together, I hadn't seen Laura since we played Gibbs last year, I hadn't talked to Tara since September. I'd know Laura since we were 5, we carpooled, we hung out, we cheered together, but like all of my friends from back then, we had grown apart. That choice was mine, I went to Bogie because I wanted a new life. She went to Gibbs for the same reason, Tara went to St.Pete Catholic with everyone else. We got new lives, we talked less and less, a slow but sure separation. But when something happens, we can still count on each other, Tara still has my number after all...
RIP Laura Gorman, you are in our prayers.
RIP Laura Gorman, you are in our prayers.