I was shocked to learn of the death of a classmate from Jr. High and High School. Tony died suddenly, in his sleep, last week. We were never close friends. He was in the band and that fraternity while I was the kid who couldn’t carry a tune, and ran around with those who like to march in JROTC and argue on the debate team. But I knew who he was and was shocked to read about his death on Facebook. A good friend of his, who was also a friend of mine, wrote a moving tribute. Furthermore, as Facebook tries to match you to “new friends,” it was a little haunting to see Tony’s name and picture come up in the corner of my screen the day after his death… I clicked on his profile and his privacy settings allowed me to read his news feed. I was moved by comments from classmates who’d been close friends. Tears then filled my eyes when I got to the comments written by his “little girls,” his daughters, who appear to be in their 20s. They’d just lost a father and their grief was great. Tony was 53 and, from what I knew, in good physical health. It seems as if we have lost a number of classmates in the 35 years since graduation. Of course, there were 750 or so of us and according to actuarial tables, we’re bound lose a few. Still, such deaths cause me to ponder my own mortality.