Buddies.

When I was a little kid, I played with a lot of boys. Most of the cousins my age were boys. My closest godsibling was a boy. This worked for me, because most of my female cousins were into frilly stuff and makeup and while I liked the idea of lipstick at the time, all of that other stuff was way too much work. LOL. My god brother's name was Kevin. He was really nice to me. He played with me, and was nice, not too boisterous like my cousins who were all convinced they were going to be sports stars. Between you and me, most of them are still jerks. Then again, I can be jerky too, must be a family trait.
My parents were his godparents and his parents were my godparents, so we were good buddies. My mom has a photo of us hanging out at the park. Life looks so simple in those photos. Hanging out in the park, staying out of trouble, eating barbecue, eating watermelon, grinning for the camera.
Mom told me today that Kevin is dead. He got hit by a train on the way home from work. He had a new wife and a new kid. I don't know what else to say about it, but it is really really sad.