Death of a Friend

Sometimes in life, the good and the bad get all scrambled into one big ball of confusion. The day I found out my best friend had died, was one of those days. I was so sad to find out she'd been sick, and she didn't even tell me. She had cancer, and it got so bad that she passed away in a routine appointment. What made the day more confusing, was that I was her son's God parent, and that meant that I would be taking him home to my wife and daughter.

It just didn't make any sense. I was so glad to be able to do something, but so sad at the loss of my friend. It was like she set this up, just so I wouldn't have any time to sit around and mope about her.