Earlier today, a few hours ago, in fact, I attended a funeral visitation. It was for an old friend of mine - a classmate, grades K-8. I found out last week that he had died, and that the visitation would be today. He was only thirty.
I went there. I had to go there. I had no reason to not go, and I knew I would hate myself for not going. I reconnected with a few other classmates. When did we get old?
I tried to prepare myself, going in. I practiced lines in my head, that he looked peaceful, natural, asleep. He didn't, not really. His face was grey, devoid of any colors of life. He looked dead.
Now it is over, and I am at home again. I am drifting, numb. I feel hollow.
He was working to make advancements in artificial intelligence, which was intended to help in medicine. He was doing something with his life. I'm not doing anything in particular. I've just been drifting along. I don't know what I'm doing with my life, but I also don't know what I WANT to do with my life!
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