Earlier this week one of my best friends passed away. I hadn’t spoken with him in ages since he attended a different college. I checked his Facebook to see what he was up to, and I learned he had passed away. It’s unbelievable, surreal. Same age as me, still young, had a whole life to live, and then he was gone. I had only met him two years back. He was a great guy. Someone you’d rarely get the opportunity to know. It’s not often I can meet someone with his character. There are so many people with pretenses, fake people. He was the most real, the most down to earth. I remember meeting him for the first time, going to his dorm room, shaking hands and everything. I can remember what he looked like, his mannerisms, his voice. He was generous, talented, intelligent and had the greatest sense of humor. He was always smiling and upbeat, and he would always lift your spirits. We’d always be in his room, joking around, talking about random things. I went to a baseball game with him, I was hoping that I’d get a chance to play golf with him. It’s saddening and frightening to realize that somebody I had known so well is gone. I’m left with vague feelings of dread and unhappiness I can’t seem to shake.