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What is life?
Can somebody answer that for me.......You wake up in the morning thinking same shit different day, and than something happens and it makes you think about life. What is it, why do things happen, things that we don't think about until it happens. Today I got an e-mail from my friend from Germany, and she said that something bad has happened. I almost stopped breathing when I read the rest of the e-mail. My good friend and my ex boss has died. He was 50 something years old, never sick and his heart just stopped. I wanted to go to visit him this summer but I though I can wait till next year.....now it's too late. He was the best man in the world, he helped me and my family when we first got there, almost ten years ago. I used to call him "papa", he was like my second father. We kept in touch over the years and I am glad we did. I cherish every moment that I spend with him, and I remember every joke he made about Bosnians, and I still hope that this is just a dream or a bad joke that somebody played on me. And I am so mad that I didn't go and visit him and his family when I was supposed to......Don't put of things, you need to do today, until tomorrow, cause tomorrow might be too late........I will always be mad at myself that I didn't go and see him on time.
This is one of the worst days in my life..........
Can somebody answer that for me.......You wake up in the morning thinking same shit different day, and than something happens and it makes you think about life. What is it, why do things happen, things that we don't think about until it happens. Today I got an e-mail from my friend from Germany, and she said that something bad has happened. I almost stopped breathing when I read the rest of the e-mail. My good friend and my ex boss has died. He was 50 something years old, never sick and his heart just stopped. I wanted to go to visit him this summer but I though I can wait till next year.....now it's too late. He was the best man in the world, he helped me and my family when we first got there, almost ten years ago. I used to call him "papa", he was like my second father. We kept in touch over the years and I am glad we did. I cherish every moment that I spend with him, and I remember every joke he made about Bosnians, and I still hope that this is just a dream or a bad joke that somebody played on me. And I am so mad that I didn't go and visit him and his family when I was supposed to......Don't put of things, you need to do today, until tomorrow, cause tomorrow might be too late........I will always be mad at myself that I didn't go and see him on time.
This is one of the worst days in my life..........