This was not the post I was going to write today. This is not a post anyone wants to write. Ever.
A good friend of my eldest son passed away yesterday. He had a heart attack. I don't know his exact age, but he was a classmate of my son, so has to be 30 or 31. It was a shock to everyone. Growing up in the midwest, he'd gone to New York City several years ago to become a chef and I remember when 9/11 happened he was there and it was a bit of panic wondering how he was. He'd married a home-town girl, a classmate of one of my other children, and although there had subsequently been a seperation and divorce – ironically final just last week, he had bounced back and been dating someone new and was very happy.
My son said when his friend separated from his wife was when things had gotten bad, about a year ago. The friend had gone on medication (something was said about "the same thing Anna Nicole was taking") and he'd been struggling. However, with the new relationship and new hope he'd decided to go into rehab and kick the medication. Nerved up, he'd taken something before going in and was told when he arrived at the rehab that he'd need to detox first and was sent to the hospital. At 2 a.m. check at the hospital yesterday morning, he was fine. At 4 a.m., he was dead.
There will be an autopsy, then he'll be coming home to be buried, probably next week. Such promise. Such hope. Such a crushing blow to those who knew him. My son worked for his familys' business for many years and became close to them all. He and his fiance' came to town yesterday to see the family. What can you say? How can something like this be explained?
I've said it before, and will say it again. Give your special people in your life all the love you can today. Don't wait. You never know what tomorrow may bring.