Death
A good friend of mine died this morning.

My friend went into cardiac arrest early this morning after suffering from what he believed to be an asthma attack. He was only 23 years old. Not much older than me. It is a sad day when we lose such a wonderful soul as he was. He was caring, loving, kind, and most of all, my friend.

I met him four years ago, when he moved from Boston to Pittsburgh to be with the one he loved. He left his home with no future plans all for love. It was truly something out of a storybook. He stayed with me and my roommate in our little dorm room while he looked for a place to live. We shared such wonderful memories and I know that I will treasure them for my entire life. He was a beacon of light in this dark existence. He touched so many people’s lives that I know he will be missed and loved forever. I will do all in my power to ensure that he will never be forgotten.

I apologize if this doesn’t sound very coherent or understandable. The shock of the news is slowly wearing off, but I am still having problems concentrating on anything. It is as if all I see is a picture of his face in my mind and it saddens me. I start to think of my own mortality and it just adds to the solemness. But this is not about me. This is about my friend.

He left behind so much. They say that you really don’t know what you have until it’s gone. I wish it weren’t true, but it is. I miss my friend. Even though I haven’t seen him in months, I can still see him laughing and enjoying life to it’s fullest. I remember the goofy/geeky things we used to do. I remember the times my friends and I would eat his food and how he’d have to hide it from us. I remember that really excellent cereal and the cans of Surge. Like I said earlier, I will never forget.

Funeral services have not been made yet, but there will probably be a service in Pittsburgh for his friends. You can count on my presence.