32 Years

August 2nd is a day indelibly marked on my brain because of two events in 1979. The first was my great friend, Chris, breaking his finger playing soccer. The second was the plane crash that killed Thurman Munson. I remember calling Chris to see how his finger was and sharing the news of Munson’s death. He didn’t believe me.

Munson was only 32 when he died, meaning he would be 64 today. Chris was taken from us a few days short of his 28th birthday and would be 41 today. They were both blessed with many gifts, but cursed by a lack of longevity. One I knew well, one I didn’t, but I miss them both terribly.