The last few weeks have been strange.
A dear friend from childhood passed away. It was such a strange accident that it really didn’t even seem real for a while. He was so full of life and only 27.
I tend to think of me being 27, as being old. I have these moments that I sort of have this realization that life is just going by so fast and I can’t do anything about it.
After he passed away I realized how young 27 is. How much more to life that there is. How he won’t ever get any of that after this age but, he did so much with his life in his 27 years to help other people.
How life really is so precious and so short and 27 is just the beginning.
27 is too young for a life to be taken away.
Life is just so strange sometimes.