I just learned that a friend from High School who I had recently become "friends" with on Facebook was found dead in his apartment Monday by his parents. It's shocking and rather upsetting. And I can't help but blog about it.

Keith along with Tom who was killed in a car wreck a few years back were in all my classes, in band and in my life throughout high school. Keith and Tom liked to tease me in band.

Keith once wrote I love Mary Megan King inside a band locker and freaked me out. He loved to argue and laugh with me on a regular basis. He and Tom got a kick out of teasing me and getting me all stirred up. I can remember many such encounters in the band cubby hole closet. I can still see them both towering over me being annoying.

Honestly, it does bring me to tears even though I hadn't actually spoken to either of them in years. I had just posted something on Keith's page recently and was waiting to hear back from him. I signed it Molly. He used to call me Molly after Molly Ringwald even before I started wearing my hair short.

He was an odd cat and devilishly funny, witty and quick in speech. He liked things in a way that was different than the average human and was underestimated many times when I knew him. He was Keith. I am saddened he's no longer here.