Gathering thoughts

When someone dies it's almost always sad for someone else. When that person is your oldest friend in the world it's like a hole has been blasted through your very psyche.

One tends to think over the times shared, the secrets, the troubles. Phone calls at 3 am when a love has gone wrong. Cards sent 'just cause I saw it, and it was you'.

Though the only contact we'd had for the past 15 years was email and phone calls, I'm going to miss my oldest friend in the world.

Tonight was the wake, I played music for them on my computer. All of his favorites from when we were kids.

I'm gonna miss you kid.