r.i.p.

This great guy I have known for twelve years or so died last Thursday night. I went to the funeral on Saturday morning. He was 35 years old.
I thought about writing something close to an obituary but then I felt it was kind of pointless. While I was there, between all his friends who were crying their hearts out, I thought of him and some great jokes he had played on me during the time we were working at the same floor, at the same publishing company. I thought of my close friend Stephen who also died, even younger, aged 22. I thought of me and my choices in this life. And then I thought about the ones whom he left behind without an actual choice.
There is no use writing down all these thoughts. I can't see a reason why I should expose that on just another post. At the same time, I cannot seem to go on updating this blog. I mean, I know life still goes on no matter what, but... sometimes serious things happen. And no great movies or crap records or amusing night out's or whatever really seems to matter. I mean, what am I supposed to do? And, even worse, if I am still looking for an asnwer, can you even begin to imagine what his folks and his girlfriend and his close mates are going through?

Farewell big guy. You were loved. And you will be missed. A lot...


P.S. Thank u Niva for the Sad Wings Of Destiny hint...