Yesterday marked six years.
Six years ago, I lost a dear friend.
Someone taken too soon – 19 years young.
It’s crazy how quickly time passes. This time every year, I think about him. Think about the friendship we had. About the last conversation I had with him.
Death sucks. Death without warning sucks even worse. I mean, with my grandpa’s illness, we knew it was coming. We had a chance to say goodbye.
But with Peter, it happened quickly and unexpectedly. A car accident. Going to fast down a dirt road. Lost control and rolled right into a giant boulder.
It was hard to wrap my head around at 19. It was unfair.
And so at this time every year I think about him. Think about how precious life is. How important it is to cherish the people you love in life.
You never know when the last conversation will be.