My best friend Jeremy was killed in a plane crash 5 years ago today.
He had been staying on my couch, and just never came home one night. I got the call from his dad the next morning.
It seems like just yesterday we were out partying and making fun of the fat people at Old Country Buffet.
I'm going to get his initials added to my memorial tattoo (pics later) sometime this week. I've been putting it off because it gives the death a sense of finality. I guess it's time for some closure.
Jeremy lived more in his 22 years than most people do in a lifetime.
I still miss ya, buddy.
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