So, I just found out this morning that one of my best friends from childhood was shot and killed yesterday. Apparently he was hunting and was accidently killed by his friend.
We had grown up together (literally, we were born a month apart) but I hadn't seen him since I was about 14. I'm just so shocked, it's amazing what can happen so quickly. He was only 23.
I was pretty much ok all day because I was at work and didn't really have time to think about it. Plus I think the news was still sinking in. But I got home tonight and flipped through my photo albums to see the pics of us as kids together. Of course that made me pretty upset. Grieving is a process just like anything else, as we unfortunately all know. Thanks again for all of your hugs today.