Losing Friends

I guess as we get older we will start losing friends in one way or another. I'd rather lose a friend because of something trivial, some misunderstanding or small betrayal or something. I'd rather lose a friend to anything other than death.

Yesterday was one of many horrible-news bearing days. I found out through looking at friends profiles on MySpace.com that a friend was killed in a motorcycle accident last week. What a way to find out huh? No one bothered to drop me an email much less a phone call. I hadn't spoken to Scott in over a year, but that doesn't mean that I didn't hold him in the same place in my heart that I had when we spoke everyday.

Scott was 24, he loved motorcycles. When I met him we were working together and developed a very close friendship. He wasn't interested in me nor I in him, but we loved each other as only friends do. He helped me get through one of the hardest times in my life. When I left my husband due to the suspicion of abuse. Scott was there, helping me get through every day. Scott would take me to a park and we would just sit and talk and lay on the grass... Scott would play with my kids like an older brother. He is/was amazing and I will remember him forever.

I can't believe that my Scotty is gone. He called me Natty, he was the only one to ever nickname me that. I don't understand this world. He was 24 for god's sake. He had a heart bigger than Texas and a smile that wouldn't quit. I'll never forget that smile, and I'll never forget the friend I miss so much.

Now, I would appreciate any sorts of good news, because my life has been REALLY lacking in that this last year, but mostly the last 2 weeks (other than when I lost my Dad of course) have been one thing after another. A friend of mine sent me a cute email with a picture of a donkey and the story of how he fell in a well so the owner decided to just shovel dirt on it and bury it. Well the cute donkey shook of the dirt and stepped up on it with every shovel load. Of course, the owner piles enough dirt that the donkey then shakes off that the donkey is freed. It was supposed to make me feel inspired or something I'm sure - but you know, I wrote her back and said that IF it were dirt, sure I could shake it off.. But, I'm not getting dirt piled on me, it's nothing but SHIT - Which is sticky, ewey and gooey - I don't feel like digging my way out at this point.
My purpose in this story - email me or comment me with any good news you have, even if it has nothing to do at all with my life, I need to hear good news.