My phone rang several hours ago ... I didn't answer. It was from someone that knows I don't talk on the phone. She called back again. I realized she might be in trouble so I grabbed my shoes. This time she left a voicemail telling me to call her as soon as possible. As I started walking to my car I called her back and she told me Nick, a best friend of mine since I was 11 years old had passed away.

I spent the last five hours with his family, who have basically taken me in as their own... and in fact his mother did just that when I had no where else to turn. I was doing okay until I had to drive his car to his mothers. It hasn't fully sunk in yet... I don't know if I want it to.

I am so numb to death. It's a part of life, but I am so tired of it. Matt, Uncle Mike, Mom, Grandma, Joyce, Raydon ... now Nick ... I want it to stop. I need it to stop. I don't know how much more I can handle. I know many have it worse... I just ... I don't know.

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Very sorry to hear of your friends death.
Hopefully you will find comfort in your memories of him.

We knew each other since we were 11/12 years old. It's so hard to grasp that a 31 year old can collapse and moments later be gone. Myself, Nick and Jim ... we were like brothers since that age. We drifted a part the last few years, but we were never far from the others thoughts. When Nick's uncle told me that he often mentioned me, I couldn't help but tear up.  Nick.png You have insufficient rights to see the content.

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Damn, Kevin. I'm sorry. That kind of news is never welcome. There's not much we can do here except listen - but we're here for you.

I have a lot of friends that I've "drifted away from" over the years. I need to make some phone calls...

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Friday I had sent him a text asking how he'd been. I've been thinking of getting a tattoo and I was going to ask him, a very good artist, if he could design one.

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I've terribly sorry, Kevin. Life can be both joyous and wonderful, as well as unspeakably cruel and terrifying. The scary part is how quickly life can turn around without warning. Really not sure what to say, but I'm sorry you're going through this but glad that you've got a second family that you can grieve with.

The scary part is growing up with someone since you were about 12 and then they collapse and die 20 years later. Makes me thin it could happen to anyone, anytime. I don't want my girls having to through what I did at 28, until they are in their late 50's at the earliest.

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It is the times like this, where one is reflective upon life as a whole and your current place in life. Makes one really reevaluate priorities, interactions and values. Then maybe improve upon any things that need to be corrected.. words unsaid..

Please pass along my families prayers to you and the Price Family.

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I don't care for tats myself but had you been able to get his artwork that would have been priceless.

Very sorry for your loss. It hurts every time you lose someone you care for.

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Wow. Way too young. My sympathies and empathy. Hang in there, bud.

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