I don't remember where I heard that. I like it though. People get so hung up on things that they never stop to think "Is this even important? Does this really matter?" Most of the time it doesn't. So what if that girl doesn't like you or that guy called you a name? Big deal. My friend is dead.

How ironic would it be to die in a car crash on the way to your friends memorial who died in a car crash...

When someone close to you dies you realize how unimportant so much of your daily life is. All of a sudden it doesn't matter what celebrity is dating whoever or what kind of car you should get. None of that matters. If you died tomorrow would you want the last thing you thought about to be something as trivial as "I hope Greg doesn't find out Sarah doesn't like him." or "I wish I had that new Gucci purse." I know I wouldn't.

I went to my friends memorial service. It was held in Salinas. First we went to the church (I was really pissed off when the priest couldn't even pronounce his name), then we went to his grave site and dropped off some flowers (he should have been buried here in Lodi but he had recently moved to Salinas so they buried him there).

He always had to have his way. He always sat in the front passenger seat. That was his thing. He had to. He argued with a friend until finally the friend agreed to let him sit in that spot. There were five people in that car. He was the only one to die.

Ireneo, thank you for always being there for me. You were a great friend. I miss you.