This last Friday night/Saturday morning a dear friend of mine died and tomorrow is his funeral.  This man cheated death twice.  Once in Viet Nam and once twenty years ago when he faced a medical crisis.  If he had died either of those times I never would have gotten to know him.  The man was a hero and a mentor to me.  Considering the differences in our age he was like a father figure to me.  This is really tough considering I lost my grandfather less than a year ago.  He was also really important to me.  Both were war heroes btw.  
 
When my grandfather died I had close people I could morn with but it is different this time.  I feel completely alone and isolated in my grief.  This is due to our unique friendship and the difference of age.  I wrote this only to feel better.  Forgive me for being pathetic.  Right now my heart is broken and I feel very, very weak in my depression.