Mourning A Friend

For almost two years, I mentored, hung out with and got to know a fine young man. We went to concerts together. We drank coffee, we ate, we shopped together. For six months of his life, we talked or hung out almost every day. We bonded deeply. For some reason, my friend said I was the only person he could share his whole life with. His fun, intelligent and charismatic light side. But, also his dark, pain-filled dark side. On Monday, he passed away. (finish the rest of it here)

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