You all know how often I tell you that life is beautiful.
Well... the truth is there is a flip side to every thing. Life is beautiful, yes, but it is also terribly, terrible tragic sometimes.
My friend Nathan died yesterday morning in his sleep. I don't know why, and it doesn't make sense.
When I found out yesterday, I was devastated. More so that I would have even thought. We were friends mostly during my Sophomore-Junior years of school. And, now, when I look back, I realize how much of an influence he and other friends of that era had on my life. Funny how you don't appreciate things like that until it's too late. Recently, we caught up again on facebook, and we emailed back and forth. His last email to me was telling me what a genuine friend I'd always been to him. I wish I had said something more. That's always how it goes, though.
He will be buried on Sunday, father's day. I can't stand to think of his daughter growing up knowing that her father was buried on father's day.
Last night, I felt just awful. Ryan came home, and though we skipped our Wednesday run, we still managed to do the shoulders and back CD of P90X. We haven't missed a day yet. He said I'd feel better afterwards, and he was right, of course.
Then, we ordered pizza and watched a funny movie. It was Get Smart. Very cute.
This is the box. I didn't think to take a pic of the pizza. It was sausage and yum.
Today, I've mostly been nursing a cup of coffee and trying to catch up on the work I couldn't seem to concentrate on yesterday.