It's odd how I always remember today is also my friend Darin Pulver's birthday.
Darin and I went to Conway School together, graduating from a class of 24 students in the 8th grade before being shipped into larger Mount Vernon for high school.
I had a crush on Darin for the better part of Middle School. Not just because he was cute and funny, but because out of all the cruel kids when I moved there in the 6th grade, Darin was nice to me.
He was the first boy I danced with at a school dance, and even in high school when he dated Missy Molstad and was class president, he never forgot his Conway School classmates and remained friendly with everyone.
My friend Darin was killed after a car accident our freshman year in college. He went to WSU, and was on the way home for Thanksgiving Break in a monstrous snowstorm that would paralyze the state.
He was the only one to survive the actual collision outside of Othello, Washington. He was flown to Sacred Heart in Spokane, where he died alone because his parents couldn't make it due to all the snow just to say goodbye.
Along with my classmates, I went to his funeral Thanksgiving weekend. I think of him now and then and wonder how his parents and family are doing. He was "the good one", and will be missed.
Rest in peace, Darin. We still miss you.