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The other night I had a dream about one of my bestfriends Michael Hill and it has been on my mind ever since. Michael died in 2000 while I was in the Caymon Islands for a mission trip. He got in a car accident at midnight and died instantly. Michael and I had a lot in common even though I was going into 8th grade and he just graduated high school. We did everything together. He was such an amazing person and he is one of the people that got me into church. He was just out of high school when he died. It scares me when I think maybe this will be my last year or maybe another one of my friends could die this year. Tonight at church Greg was talking about a guy that used to go to his old church that died when he was a senior in high school. I almost started crying because it made me think about Michael. I was so upset after his death that I couldn't even go to his funeral or memorial service- I really regret not going. I know I'll see him again but I miss him so much.