Today has NOT been a good day. First thing I woke up to today was a call from a dear friend, informing me that our mutual friend, a guy I've known since high school, very suddenly passed away yesterday.
Mikey and I were by no means "best" friends, but we've been in each other's orbits for at least 15+ years. We're the same age. We graduated together. He dated one of my best friends. But more importantly, he was on overall great, great guy.
And now he's gone.
The reason why is that he had a heart condition; years ago he had open heart surgery to correct it. During that time was when one of my best friends was dating him - and she helped nurse him back to health.
Their romantic relationship didn't last more than a year, but still - and I'm NOT feeling sorry for myself, but I had to break the news to her about Mikey's death today...I'm really torn up. To say nothing of her reaction.
Here's how I'd like to remember him, which is also one of the most fun times I had hanging with him. Back when I used to live at my Dad's place, north burbs, in a fucking gated community, Mikey, a group of his friends and my bud's all went back to my place to continue drinking.
Problem was, I either forgot the gate clicker or it ran out of juice. Either way, Mikey wedged the Chevy Suburban he was driving, around the exit gate (with me holding the fucking thing up for added clearance) and we then all had a FUCKING PARTY.
Out of respect for him and his family, I'll elect not to go into greater detail about what happened, but I will say: he IS an awesome guy who I'll miss very, very, very much. Just writing this has made me bawl my eyes out.
Sorry for the morose tone before the holidays, but I had to write something.