Think

Jen: I really want to eat a banana split for breakfast, but I had one for dinner last night.
Mom: Drink a glass of V8.

Well, this week was rather diffcult. Tuesday a good man died. He was friends with like the whole world so it was extremely sad to find out he was gone.

I spent most of the week trying to make the man feel better, but obviously, the one thing that would make it alright is impossible.

Ive never been good at consoling people, but apparently I do a pretty good job, because last night he was so upset and wanting me there that Rabb called at 3:30 in the morning, and of course, I came right over.

Its so wierd how you can be fine one moment and the next moment, you're a part of some huge disaster. It makes you think about how you really should just say fuck it and live life to the fullest, that and you dont know who youve touched just by being alive.

It makes me think about myself as a person. I mean, I can be the biggest bitch and Ive got some serious flaws and I complain a lot about things that really dont matter. But If I died tomorrow, is that what people would remember?
It makes me think twice about saying "no" and in a way I feel like I need to call that friend back, just in case its the last time I can.
I sucks that things like this are what opens people's eyes, and I think its really shitty that things like this are what people need to realize things about themselves.
As much as we all question "Why him?", we need to sit back and think..."What can I learn from this?"
Its possible that everyone who passes away leaves a message for everyone around them.
So what did I get out of this besides the loss of a great man and a crowd of grieving friends?
Something I rarely do.

Always check your blind spot.

Thats how Im looking at this. And even as I say this, I think to myself "What the hell did I have to learn from the deaths of Leonard Cruz and Gino?"
I guess some things are best left unexplained.