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This day on June 7, 2012 was not my favorite day. I had been up since 4 AM and drove home to California, away from the impending end of a friend's struggle with cancer. They had been expecting it for over a week before I had left.

That evening I got the news. I was with my mom, sister, and niece running some errands. It took everything I had not to break down and cry right there. My niece wasn't aware of what had happened. She continued to ask me what normally wouldn't have been annoying questions, and I regretfully snapped at her a couple times. I was just trying to hold it together until I got home.

The breakdown came the second I got home as I finally let it completely sink in what had happened. On one hand, it was a beautiful thing - Someone being released of their pain and sent off to paradise. On the other hand, I was losing a relatively new friend who had such a huge impact on my life in such a short time.

Alex, I miss you a lot. We all miss you. But I know that you are doing far more important things up there than what we are doing down here.

Until we meet again.