Today, I learned that I lost a dear, dear friend - and I didn't get to say good bye. I knew he was in the hospital, I knew he was really sick. And I put my school stuff before him. I thought, he's not much older than me (within 10 years). This stroke won't get him. He's going to recover. He's going to go home. 

I was going to visit him today, after work. He passed away last night after having a second stroke. 

And this isn't just some random dude I used to work with. He's someone I've called friend for a long time. Someone I very briefly dated. Someone for whom I cared deeply, even if not romantically. And I didn't go tell him how much he meant to me. 

And I feel like the worst friend, like ever. But I feel like I don't des...

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