Rising Up From The Ashes

Several months have passed and I still miss Dave quite a bit. I have conflicting feelings because I know that he had been so depressed and in such pain for years. Part of me is happy that he is not suffering any more but still it hurts so much to have someone you were close to kill himself and to know that he died all alone. I wish I could have been a better friend and I wish that I still had a good friend to talk to about it. That is the part that really sucks about having a best friend die (especially if it is suicide) - not only do you have to deal with them being gone but you don't have anyone to share it with either.

It is a good day to pull out Pink Floyd and listen to some of our favorite songs.

I don't need no arms around me,
I don't need no drugs to calm me,
I have seen the writing on the wall,
don't think I need anything at all...