I was recently a pallbearer in one of my best friend's funeral. It was a great honor, but one I wish I never had. I wish I could replace that honor with another night of trading insults and discussing the Cubs. Remember to hold your family close, never lose touch with a great friend, and always tell those close to you that you love them.
As we carried him to his final resting place, I kept hoping against hope that it was an elaborate joke (if you knew the guy you would understand.) I don't know how many times I have wanted to dial his number to get one last conversation in . Life is short, friendships are precious, and a strong belief is priceless. It doesn't stop the hurt, but it provides hope and some peace.
I miss him so much.
