A very good friend died today. While I wasn't his closest friend, he was always there to make me, and everyone else who knew him, smile.
A few weeks ago, he had gastric bypass surgery, in hopes of leading a healthier life.
Today he died, and when I first heard, I didn't know what to say. I was sad, but not crying. But after thinking about it more, I'm devastated. He was a man who never hurt anyone, supported the music community, was loved by anyone who ever crossed his path, and was trying to better himself.
The anonymous poster who suggested, "give it up fatty" will be sorely disappointed, as now I even have even more motivation to get myself healthy. Unfortunately, there's a point where the body gives up, and I'm never going to let it get to that point.
You'll always be loved and remembered.