A childhood friend passed away over the weekend. I mainly remember him as a teenager, but he’d grown to be a lawyer who was also practicing here in LA. He had a big presence and a habit of making everyone feel included, so he is incredibly missed by many. His family lived just down the street from us when we were all growing up. His little sister is my brother’s age. I can only imagine how difficult this is for them.
I am fortunate to have had only a few friends pass away at a young age. Another childhood friend lost a battle to melanoma when we were freshmen in college. A friend from college was killed by a drunk driver just a few years ago. Each person was special, of course. But news of each of their deaths affected me in the same way.
It got me thinking how incredibly lucky I am to have one more day. One more day with my family. One more day with my friends. One more day to wake up. One more day to be.
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