My deepest condolences go out to the Strobel family. I am very sorry for your loss.
I remember hanging out with Asher this past summer in Union Square at TJ Max. He got a wallet that day. As we left he persisted that we go out for drinks; him, me, Elana and someone else. I couldn't make it, but Ill never forget how sincere Asher was. He wanted to hang out for the sake of being in one another's company. Going back, I regret not joining in that night. I saw Asher several times in the fall. He came over our house to hang out a bunch of times. Those memories are a blur but I can remember the sincerity in Asher's tone so vividly from that day in Union Square.
Every time I think of what happened to him it burns my heart. Asher was a young man.The day I heard what happened, I denied it at first. Why Asher, really Asher? With no warning whatsoever, it seemed too extreme to be real. The funeral, that was all too real. I met with my friends, it was good to see them, but on such an occasion the sweetness was void, in its place a deep sorrow we all felt and saw in one another. We arrived at the temple early and sat in the back rows. As we listened, we wept. I remember listening to Asher's friend speak about how after they lost the finals basketball game, Asher sincerely believed he lost the game for his team. He genuinely believed it. That really got to me hard, more so than anything else because of how I could relate so much in such a different aspect of Asher's life. That is Asher to me, sincere and genuine. It makes sense now, that I can so vividly remember his sincerity that day in Union Square. That memory will last, and I will neve r forget Asher. Though he may be gone, his impact is not.
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