Dear Diary,
I am very sad that my first post on this blog was about Randy Pausch's death.
So many good people have died lately and it's hard to take some times. I nearly fell over when I heard that George Carlin passed...even worse was what Jerry Seinfeld said about their last conversation. He said they were talking about the erie thing of how celebrates die in groups of 3. Someone had just died making it 3 and George said that he felt safe, for now, and "they" wouldn't be coming after him yet. It bought him some time. That was freakin creepy! Cause a few days later, he died. Yeah, that one was hard to take. He was a genius and there's no one else like him.
A little over 2 months ago, one of our friends died. He was murdered in a car along with someone else. He didn't deserve that. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I refuse to think that it was his time to go. Luckily, they, our friends and the police, knew who did it. That guy knew they knew too. So he went, stole a car, talked a bunch of crap, and killed himself on a freeway overpass right before rush hour. There was a long police stand-off. The whole thing was so senseless and stupid that it's hard to swallow. Dh had just picked up our friend from the airport like a week and a half before that happened. All I kept thinking was, "he just picked him up, he just came home". I'm still sad and mad about that.
So, I promise that from now on, I won't be talking about death anymore...unless something else happens. From now on it's fun, craziness, and stuff.
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