I've spent the last 4 days thinking about a dear friend that I miss dearly. He was the unfortunate victim of a stabbing and died violently. There's not a day that I don't think about him and wonder what his life would have been like if he had chosen a different path. He was so angry. Down on his luck but still an all around bad-ass. (or at least that what he wanted me to believe) When I think about him I almost completely shut down I don't cry anymore but a little piece of me isn't coming back. I was never more motivated to get things done when he was around. He pushed me to be better. But now I feel worse.
I miss you...
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