I lost a very good friend yesterday.
I can’t stop thinking about how senseless this all is. He knew he could get treatment, but he wasn't willing to give up any part of his life to be sick.
I admire that, but I miss him just the same.
He had the balls to grab life by the short hairs and run with it. He had a great 2 years, and did just like he told me he would; he “lived until he died”.
I will always remember our jokes and how he always told me the way it was. He didn't sugar coat anything for me, if he thought I was wrong he told me so, and he also told me why.
And he always, always, had my back.
RIP my friend, I hope we meet again. I love you!