July 4th, a day I will never celebrate the same way again.
A really good friend of mine passed away. To call him a friend is an understatement, he was a brother to me. He was the only one, besides my grandpa, I could talk to about anything. And now that he's been taken away from me. I feel as if I don't ever wanna talk again. I am empty, I am alone, I am afraid, I am sad and I am in shock. He was the few that we title a "true gentleman". He was my mentor, my brother, my friend and a part of me. And now, he is gone. Memories of him will remain forever.
I know everyone loses friends, family and loved ones, but to lose apart of your soul, your being, your very existence is something else entirely. I will never be whole again. I'd do anything to hug him one more time, to be able to tell him that I love him, to tell him that I will never forget him. It kills me that I didn't get that chance. I hope he knows how much he meant/means to me. I will never forget, and always remember.
We will meet again brother, but not yet... Not yet.
RIP Mich Johnson - 7/15/1988 - 7/5/2011.
