Lost a buddy on tuesday, 39 years old and had to deal with a brain tumor for the last 4 years. 3 kids and a wife and today he would have turned 40. Same day a local judge, mother, and all around good person also died from cancer at 42. Both of them were good people, and is a reminder that life can be fleeting.
Was talking to another friend and he asked what did we do to still be lucky enough to be alive. We both have loss plenty of friends, and both of us did enough stupid shit in our youth we shouldn't be lucky enough to be alive. Seems like the good ones always are the ones that die way too soon.