You’ll never be forgotten

Yesterday morning I wake up feeling like something was missing. I go to grocery store and get things I need. I get in the car and quickly check my Instagram. There I see it...the announcement that my friend had passed away. He was 28 years old. His band was about to go on tour in September. He had so much life to live. He had given me a chance that so many people wouldn’t. I’ll never forget the looks he gave when I made him do goofy stuff. I had talked to him the Saturday before he went into the hospital. He had messaged me too see how my trip to Orlando was. To make sure I had fun. We talked about doing another photo shoot soon. I didn’t realize that would be the last time he would randomly check up on me. The last time I would talk to him.