How does HE choose?

Late Saturday night a friend, Coop, died.

Its been a little while, but I've lost MANY friends in my life. I just don't understand it. I mean, I get it that people are born and people die... but shouldn't good people have the right to live to a nice ripe old age?

I can be consumed by stupid and meaningless shit sometimes (see yesterday's post) yet there are things that are so much bigger going on.

Am I that self absorbed? Why does someone have to be taken to make me realize this?

Well, thanks Coop for taking the time to talk to the only gal in the room that you didn't know ... I'm blessed to have known you.