A friend of mine who used to work at the local paper messaged me today. He knew the reporter who was covering the story about Mr. Griffith’s death and asked if I could call and talk to the reporter. I asked the reporter if I could send his number to classmates of mine, and one of our classmates posted it on Mr. Griffith’s facebook asking that as many people as possible call the Daily News to tell them how much Mr. Griffith meant to us.
It turns out that Mr. Griffith had written his own obituary before he passed away, which is going to be printed by the Daily News as is. Tom McLaughlin is the reporter who will do the follow-up piece that stems from the impact Mr. Griffith had as a teacher for over twenty years at Northwest Florida.
I was lucky enough that my friend e-mailed me a pre-print copy of Mr. Griffith’s obituary. The obituary is brief, and doesn’t do nearly enough justice of what kind of inspiration he was to people, but it’s in his words.
I only did it the one time because the car club I was in wanted to get shots put together for a calendar of the club’s cars for a buddy who was deploying. The owner of the corvette asked if I’d pose next to his car. Thinking he was kidding I said, “Only if I get to drive it! And I’m going to be fully clothed.” He threw me the keys at 10am that day and told me he’d be back to pick it up at 3pm. He so didn’t go home with the same amount of gas in his tank, I’ll say that much.
HAY FIRST CAR, HAY:
18 year old Kelli. Out and about in good ol’ Destin!
I’ve had so many awkward run-ins already.
I feel like Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama.
The guy I had a crush on at 16 who led me on and then blew me off while I worked at the movie theater? He still works at that movie theater.
I had a friend’s ex/ ex-HS classmate hand me my order at Chik-fil-A. He even asked how my friend was doing. Halfway through my “Oh she’s great, she has a career and is getting married soon and has a dog and is happy..” I was thinking, “Damn you fucked up.”
My neighbor down the street who was the popular girl in middle school has a kid who will be starting pre-K soon.
And everyone I talk to who never left Niceville asks me the same thing, “You’re still living in Orlando? Aren’t you afraid of being like shot or killed? Isn’t it really dangerous there?”
Bitch, what do you think I do every day? Wake up in the morning, throw on my armor and have to army crawl my way to school while avoiding gang shoot-outs and evil warlords? It’s just central Florida!
Then on Thursday driving 6 hours north to good ol’ Niceville for a week.
So if you’re wondering, driving from one end of my state to the other is roughly 12.5-13 hours of driving.