This is going to be a sad, sad week. One of the two friends I consider my brothers, just passed away past weekend, he was 42, this month is his birthday. He had a wife and two little kids, a girl and a boy. He was going to the top, had a wonderful job but with a lot of stress and responsibilities.
During our University years we spent countless days and nights at his house downloading music and studying, smoking like chimneys and talking about everything. I knew him since kindergarten, that's the longest friendship I've had.
It's a real irony that him, with a wife, kids, a good job and willing to live, had to go. Mean while others like me, with nothing to hold on to, are still around. Rest in peace my friend, my brother, you'll be missed.