I can't even come up with a title for this one, and I don't think I want to.

Tomorrow, in less than 24 hours, I am going to my first funeral. I'm going to watch them bury a kind, sweet, intelligent, wonderful man.

His name is was Mike. He was 22.

He and I had some amazing conversations over the 18months that I knew him. He gave me a swift kick in the ass when I needed it, and commiserated as both of us tried to figure out what to do with our lives. He told me he admired me, and I told him that coming from him that was a compliment of the highest order.

I meant it to.

I have so much to say about him, and so much to just say in general, but it'll have to wait until after tomorrow.

The only reason I'm leaving the earlier post up is as a reminder to myself...a reminder that stupid shit like that is just that - stupid shit.

I...the rest is going to have to wait.

Damnit.