i went to a funeral of an old friend yesterday. She died of a massive heart attack and left behind a husband and two young kids. her son wanted to sit with me; and the entire time, he wouldn't let me go. Long story short, that old friend used to be my best friend. But due to some extremely unkind words said about my family and I, I sort of cut her off. I forgave her a long time ago for doing what she did, but the fact that she died before we could make it completely right is something I have to live with. And I feel horrible.

I hate the feeling you have after a funeral. I can't stop thinking about dying. It makes you really think about your life and if you're doing what you should be doing. Makes me want to do more in life. Be a better person.