I feel sick.
I had a good time at Brian Regan.
I had a vehicle problem today.
I shook while conducting sacrament.
I found out that Peter Jennings had died of lung cancer.
I got paged in @ 9:20 until, well, now.
While in for the work, I found out a good work friend of mine died this morning while flying with his father-in-law.
He’d been married all of three months. You can check out his website. I can remember first seeing him while he was getting interviewed. He was a cunuck, but I still liked him.
I’m going through the stages of grieving right now. All my muscles hurt, I’ve been angry, I’ve justified, I’ve done my fair share of crying.
This blog won’t be quite as happy as it until I get these issues worked out.
He was a good man. A man that will be missed. A man I will miss.
My body aches, and I think I need to go throw up.
Ouch, that hurts. Sorry for your loss and his family’s. It always seems so much more tragic when someone dies young.
Two years ago next month, a classmate of mine died in his sleep at age 34. I still can’t reconcile it – he had no known illnesses and did not commit suicide.
He and I were close as kids: we’d do sleepovers together and he was one of four Jewish classmates who honored me with an invitation to their bar mitzvahs. We drifted apart after high school, and if I hadn’t gotten on classmates.com, I’d have never known. I still can’t get used to the idea of close friends my age dying.
Again, you have my condolences. IM me if you want to chat.
my heart goes out to you~
Thanks.
It will just take time..