It was one of those weird weekends. We woke up early Saturday morning to find out that someone we knew, someone close to my boyfriend had passed away in a terribly tragic accident. It was one of those weekends where you get off the phone, silent, looking at each other wondering what you're supposed to do next. Where you keep yourself occupied and happy, but the second that you have a moment of silence, you find yourself still wondering what happened.
Losing someone isn't easy. Especially when it's way too early and tragic. I've found that there's not really anything you can do but to help out the family when they need you and to live your life in a way you think that person would be proud of.
I've talked about this before, but now it's even more important to me. Tell people you love them and don't ever leave or go to bed angry. It's never worth it.
Much Love to Everyone,