My best friend, Bryan, was taken from this earth.  Too young.  Only 21 years old.

I miss him still.  I feel really bad that with all of the turmoil today that I just now noticed that it was today... I feel totally bad about that.  But I am sure he wouldn't be upset if he knew everything that went on today...

I made a post not so long ago about him and the poem that I wrote after his death.  Up until that point in my life, I had not had any tragedies in my life that I could remember.  I had lost both of my grandparents on my Mom's side before I was 6.  My grandmother on my Dad's side died before I was born.

Nobody really knows how hard this was on me... except me.  So now, I will just link this to the other posts...

The first post: <a href="http://mmolenda.com/blog/?p=42" target="_blank">So, if you are here, I assume you want to know…</a>

The second post: <a href="http://mmolenda.com/blog/?p=43" target="_blank">Supplemental Post</a>

The last post:<a href="http://mmolenda.com/blog/?p=45" target="_blank"> The Poem I wrote about Bryan</a>

R.I.P. Bryan... I miss you, bud... I really miss you, bud... :(