Death of a friend

I attended a funeral yesterday for an old friend. He was just 50 years old. Wow...another mortality check! I know it's been said thousands of times, but life is so precious and you just never know when your number is going to come up. His name is Billy and the thing I remember most is that he always treated me like I was special. As it turns out, he made all of our friends feel special also. When Billy greeted me, I might as well have been Brad Pitt or something! That's just how special he'd make you feel!
All of my friends got together yesterday afternoon to celebrate Billy's life. His brother Ken was the guest of honor. We all toasted shots of Jack Daniels and had a great party that lasted into the evening.
We should all stop taking our friends' and family's lives for granted (or our own life for that matter) because as sure as shit, the end will come sooner than you think.