Today has been one year since a very good friend of mine and FI's passed away in an automobile accident. We grew up across the road from each other and he was mine and FI's best friend's cousin. He was like a big brother to FI when they played football in high school. This was the first person I was close to that passed away.
I broke down in the car crying yesterday and I keep seeing posts on FB and I can't even think of the words to say.
I worry about his mom who had to bury her only child. I worry about our best friend who lost his first friend and his cousin. I worry about FI who lost a close friend (that was also one of only 3 times I had seen him cry). I worry about our friend D, who struggles with drug addiction, who was also very close to him and hope this doesn't send him into a binge. I worry about his aunts, uncles, grandparents, and friends.
I feel bad to say this, but it is a bittersweet day. Bitter because we all miss B so much and feel he was taken from us too soon. But sweet because we know he is in his eternal home and watching over us.
There isn't really a point to this post...