Great Sadness

So I've slacked this week..... I have over 12 more hours of work to get in before tomorrow night... hmmm... it's gonna be close.

About 4pm today I amswered the house phone and it was a guy who coached youth football with my dad. I handed the phone to mom and she was the one to get the news that either early this morning or late last night, a kid we've known for years and years died. He overdosed.
Patrick was only 16 or 17, and a decision to 'get high' ended his short life..... in the end, I guess he did 'get high', when he left our world. It makes me think, because he was so close in age to all 3 of my brothers, and all 3 interacted with him on a regular basis at one point.... whether it was just hanging out, playing football........ and tonight I was thinking that at the wake and funeral, there will be many more people crying over him leaving...... but how many people actually think about that? Did Patrick ever think about who would be left when he was gone, or who would cry for him? I don't know if my brothers have thought about it, but I would be heartbroken if any of my brothers died.
What compounds this and makes it an even more miserable event is the timing..... he will be waked friday, and buried saturday..... and sunday is Mothers Day.

Rest in peace, Patrick.... rest and know you will be missed for the mischevious smile you had for every occaision, we will always miss and love you. God bless.