ok, now the story. i went back home this past week due to the passing of a very close uncle. very tragic. 44 years old, both colon cancer and leukemia led to a coma and brain damage. the whole week seemed very surreal and to top it of, i went back to one of my best friends hunting camps to hang out and get back in touch with people who mean a lot to me. as i walked in, it felt like someone had handpicked the audience. the following list is the people there and the period of my life they represent.
my best friend and his family, they represent basically my entire life. they are my other family.
les and shirley. they are the older friends of my parents who knew me all my life. i am friends with their daughter.
jim. he is a younger friend of my parents. if les and shirley are the older wiser adults who i looked up to and respected, jim would be the younger partying guy who i thought was closer to my age and could talk to about anything. yes, anything.
lyle. he knew my parents when i was a baby. he would represent my parents youth and would give me a glimpse into what they were like at a younger age.
jeff and brad. these guys i went to high school with. my younger and more carefree days.
lisa. this was a girl who i knew in my first year of college. her and two of her friends (still high school age at the time mind you) kept trying to hang out with me and my two friends, basically because i had my own apartment and it was their place to hang out with college boys. the unfortunate part about that is that my apartment got used and i never did. hmpf.

so all these people are in a hunting camp, one i helped build in fact and the whole night i sat there trying to figure out if this was some sort of cosmic message or just weird that all of these people from different periods in my life actually knew each other. very strange indeed.