Like there wasn't enough going on. One of my best friends, Danny, whose mother just passed away around Christmas this past year, is back in the hospital with a Crohn's flare up. He's feeling really bad and we don't yet know if he needs more surgery.
Then today, I find out that another good friend, Gregory, finally lost his battle with pulmonary fibrosis on Monday. That boy had the sexiest voice ever and was the sweetest guy you would ever want to know. I last saw him a couple of years ago on a trip up to Boston, and he already had to carry around an oxygen bottle at that point. I knew his only hope was to get a lung transplant. Either something else went wrong, or his body rejected what he ended up getting.
Gregory, I will miss your laugh, your voice and everything about you.