I'm still reeling. Just when I think I'm done with the whole weeping stage of this and drink some water to re-hydrate it just flows again.
Like that feeling in your nose that you got pool water splashed up there kind.

I can't even imagine what this is like for Bam.


I've pondered my emotional stability on the event of my best closest friend passing away somehow. And I know the mind numbing white pain that I barely touch is only a shred of what it really is to get that call. Get those words.



My brother and I haven't talked since the incident. (Of my moving out) But after this happened we did. He said he knew I'd contact him over this. And that he was glad.


I'm struggling to even know what to write here.

I absolutely had to get out the happier picture of him. Not dwell on the death, but instead, dwell on the life he had.