Life is fickle. We don’t even realize it until it’s too late, and something has changed. It doesn’t even have to be something so monumental as losing a friend, it could be something small, like being out of Cap’n Crunch when you really wanted the roof of your mouth savaged during breakfast. The truth is, things happen, and there’s nothing we can do about it. Whether for good or bad, we are Life’s prisoners, all participants in its sick stage show.
There is no resisting Life, or its cruel designs. Those who try only end up, like my dear friend, flushed down the drain. I would say it’s not fair, but it is one of the only truly fair things we have in this life. Anyone, at any time, could be messed with. There’s a kind of comfort in that, if it’s a sick and twisted form of comfort.
For fear of rambling, I’m going to sign off now, wishing my dear friend a fine afterlife and peaceful rest. You’ve earned it.