Odd duck, like me

tracy k. ard
Jan 14, 2016 · 1 min read

I recently learned about the passing of a kid I knew from high school. Odd duck. He used to sit in the bathroom stall and chuck tissues over the door while making bird noises. That was almost 25 years ago. The obituary talked about his jobs, hobbies, friendships, and the loved ones he left behind. Turns out, he’d gone out into the world and made a life for himself. Like me. I wish I would have known, back then, that we’re all Odd Ducks and, in the end, just dust. Today I’m thankful for the people who’ve touched my life over the years and accepted me into their flocks. Rest in peace, brother duck

tracy k. ard

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