Our lives are meant to be lived only to eventually die. One week ago, an acquaintence from college died suddenly in his sleep. A memorial service was held tonight. I could not go. Too many memories resurfaced from my friend who died in January. I now realize that I haven’t handled that death very well. I fought through the tears when speaking at his funeral and tried to help others through the torturous grief. I only allowed two people to comfort me, my wife, and one other shoulder upon which I cried.