I lost a friend last week. It was sudden and totally unexpected. He was the sweetest, nicest person you’d ever want to meet. I worked across from him for a couple of years and in that time I never heard him say a bad word about anyone although I provoked him enough. I saw him fall in love, get married and have a gorgeous baby boy. And now, he’s gone at 34. Not fair. Not right. His son deserves to know what a fantastic dad he had and his wife deserves all the doting he had for her.
I live just a couple of towns away from him and in the past couple of years was planning to stop over and see the two of them and their Great Dane, always figured there was plenty of time and I got busy starting my business and then his son was born, was going to stop over and see the baby but figured I’d wait until things settled down and they got a chance to rest up and now there are no more chances to drop in see him.
I don’t know how the steps of grief are supposed to be but I went right to anger and that where I am right nowand will probably stay. Especially when the person I’m maddest at is me.
RIP, Justin, love and miss you.