so apparently my wonderful best friend is going through a rough patch. i just got an email from him, which is a bit worrisome since it's only been like 2 weeks since his last one, and that's just waaaaay too soon between emails. but i'm just being snide.

it seems his girlfriend's brother in law just died of a sudden heart attack, leaving his 7-month-pregnant wife a widow. 3 hours after it happened, my lovely best friend and his even lovlier girlfriend were on a plan to minnesota where the fam resides. lovely girlfriend decided she's going to stay in minnesota permanently to help the family out, and my lovely best friend, after...how'd he put it?..."a few days of thinking for myself" decided to move there too. career opportunities in san diego were not what they had hoped.

so he wanted to tell me what was up and to get my perspective on life and death and faith.

and...i'm obviously just too jaded to respond. i'm bitter that this is his first taste of death, and that it was with someone he met once, and that it's bringing him even closer to this girl who has totally brainwashed him and wiped any trace of the guy i once knew completely off the face of the earth. and now she's gotten him to move back to her home with all of her family. yeah, i'm bitter. because i've been best friends with this guy for 9 years and he's crapped out on me. because he's crapped out on all of his other friends. and MOSTLY because he has the most incredibly family i've ever met and he's crapping out on them as well.

i failed in raising him. that much is clear.