We lost a dear friend on Saturday night. He and his wife have been very close friends for a long time. He was 34 years old and some one I have known all my life. He had a kind and gentle spirit. He was a wonderful daddy and had in fact spent the whole day building a tree house for his boys. He died at his house after sitting in the swing with his wife, his soulmate. He died quickly from a heart attack. While one day I know that will somehow comfort me, right now it does not. You are not supposed to have a heart attack and die at 34. His boys are 9 & 6 and now do not have a daddy for some of the most important years of their lives. That is not how life is supposed to work.
It has been a long couple of days and by the end of this week it will feel even longer.
Life is short and sometimes it just sucks. Sometimes it does not make sense and I am not ready to have comfort in knowing he is in a better place. I want him here. With his family. Sharing his smile and laugh.