Today I went to a friend and fellow police detective's funeral... He was a really, really great guy. Probably one of the nicest people I knew. He had cancer and died at age 46, leaving behind a wife of 7 years and two little girls. I guess it just made me think that whatever problems I have in my life are so small and insignifigant when compared to what his family is going through. If any good has come from this, maybe it is that all those people who knew him will not take life for granted, and enjoy it to the fullest. Personally, it makes me want to live each day like it's my last, and to tell all my friends how important they are... (like you, Nat.) Sorry for this morose post but all this has definitely weighed on my mind.