I’ve had a very strange few days. My friend Glenn died four days ago in a car accident. He was 34-years-old, married with two young children. The youngest, Josh, is the same age as Lily. He was born three days after Lily.

Glenn is going to be missed so badly by so many people. And it’s just weird that he’s gone. It’s just…. weird. I just always expected him to be around. And then out of nowhere *poof!* he’s gone.

It wasn’t fair. I never thought I would say that. I have always thought that was a silly thing to say. But there it is. It wasn’t fair. He was so young and so good and so alive. And it’s not fair to his children.

My life has been on hold for four days as I have tried to come to terms with the change in my world. His funeral was today. A funeral always brings closure. And for the first time in four days, I feel like doing things again.

Goodbye, Glenn. I’ll see you on the other side, and it’ll be really nice to see you again.