I just found out a couple of hours ago that Louis , who was my best friend and to who I was attached by the hip for a good 15 years between the ages of 18 and 35, just up and died of a heart attack at age 51. This is is the first time someone's death has affected me so much. I can't seem to string more than two words together about this without losing it. I'm going to make a fool of myself at the funeral home later when I see his wife and daughter.
The times we spent together are part of that magical time known as the good old days.
RIP my friend.
The times we spent together are part of that magical time known as the good old days.
RIP my friend.

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