I learned a few days ago that a friend i grew up with died. Very sad to hear this news. Oddly enough, he died on my birthday. Scott was a year younger than I am…I talked to his sister and she says she’s not sure what he died from but they think that his heart stopped in the middle of the night.

It’s bizarre when I learn of someone from my old Michigan gang who’s no longer with us. It makes me think about my own mortality. Hearing of Scott’s death made me start counting. The number of people I hung out with as a kid who have died is growing. I’m now having to count on 2 hands and it’s not as though I had an army of friends to begin with…I know it’s all part of life but it’s not a very good part of it.

I had one friend(whose name was also Scott) that was stabbed to death about 7 years ago… and other friends who were shot, died in car accidents, Overdosed… the list goes on.

Anytime something like this happens, I’m not really sure what to think but I feel for their families and other friends.

Anyway…I don’t mean to do such a morbid post … I wasn’t going to blog about it but it’s been a few days and it’s still in my thoughts.

To end on a brighter thought… I’m glad I’m doing what I want to do in life. Even though I may not be the most successful person ever…I just realize that life is too short to be living a life you don’t want. I don’t want to look back with any regrets that I never tried.