Personal tint here.

On Tuesday morning, a good friend of mine lost his 18 year old son.  Just didn’t wake up.  Highly active, no pre-conditions, just gone.  There’s something about a child going before a parent that really hit me like a ton of bricks.  It’s always sad to hear, and to have it happen with a friend’s circle…

I had learned at about 8am and went through a busy day at work, though always at the back of my mind.  I got home and gave a big hug to my wife and kids, fully appreciative of the gift they provide by simply being there.  Supper came and went, and my brain decided it was time to start addressing the issue.  Hockey came to take that spot, mind, and by the time I got home it was time for bed.

It was one of those nights where you can clearly recall your dreams in the morning, or for days ahead.  It was not a good rest, nor should it have been.

Morning came and another set of hugs to get the day going.  Still not really able to focus much.

The blog post is part of my process to deal with the issue.  I’ll need to talk it through a bit with family and friends.  And be sure to support my friend in whatever way I can.

It sucks, even from the outside.  Give your loved ones a hug.  Everyone can use one.