Monday, September 16, 2013


I just came home bitching and complaining about what I feel is a bad haircut. I get on Facebook, looking for a distraction from this First World Problem, and find out that a friend of mine from high school is dead, and has been for a year and a half. A family member had tagged him in a status saying they missed him.

Obviously, we weren't that close, or I would have found out sooner. I still find myself extremely upset. He had struggled with cancer since he was a toddler, and I knew (also through Facebook) that he had a relapse at some point. He had a good life, and was married at one point (no children that I know of).

He had a crush on me in tenth grade, and asked me to Homecoming dance that year. I'm not sure I even went to the dance at all, but I wish I had. Maybe we would have danced to this song.