I lost a dear friend over the weekend, his name was Marc, and everyone loved him. There wasn’t a single person who didn’t like Marc, I’ve never cried so hard, and never wanted so much to go to a funeral. For a long time I didn’t believe it, but once all of us got together and hugged and cried and talked it started to really set into me that he was really gone. I’ve never lost a friend before in this sense, and I never want to again. Marc was such a great person, an only child in his family, he just turned 19. His cousin Juan and his friend Eric were both in Marc’s car when he crashed, and both walked away fine. I’m not quite sure how Marc died, and I’m not sure if I want to know, all I do know, is that Marc was the party. Marc was the laughs, he was the smiles and the giggles. It will never be the same without him. It’s only been a few days and I already miss him more than anything.

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