tanding on the grassy spot where others will one day dig a hole and bury me was sobering. Katrina and I met the funeral director and a family member at the graveyard where we planned to bury our son in a few days. Kaleb died a few days prior, and we were finalizing his arrangements.
The first time I met my wife, we were both on dates with other people. I use "dates" loosely. We were in junior high and I invited a bunch of my friends to go eat downtown and attend the Nashville Knights hockey game -- there's a rich irony in Katrina and mine's first time together being a hockey game.
The picture above was taken of me and Katrina in 8th grade. We had been voted "Cutest" for the yearbook superlatives - lay off the helmet-hair jokes - and sat beside each other to take the photo. We knew of each other, but did not know each other. I thought she was cute - I mean, duh, she won the vote - and felt I had no business sitting beside her for this reason.