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One of my childhood friends died last night in his sleep.
Our moms have been best friends since before we were born, so I grew up with him. He taught me how to make rubber band guns with my pinkie and index finger. I would take apart his Lego airplanes and rebuild them into Lego cars. We played Mouse Trap together, and I went to all of his football games.
He was 2 years older than me. The cause of death is unknown right now, but they're guessing heart attack. He just got married less than a year ago, and he became a father almost immediately after. I don't think anyone could love their child as much as he did.
It just seems really fucking unfair.
Our moms have been best friends since before we were born, so I grew up with him. He taught me how to make rubber band guns with my pinkie and index finger. I would take apart his Lego airplanes and rebuild them into Lego cars. We played Mouse Trap together, and I went to all of his football games.
He was 2 years older than me. The cause of death is unknown right now, but they're guessing heart attack. He just got married less than a year ago, and he became a father almost immediately after. I don't think anyone could love their child as much as he did.
It just seems really fucking unfair.