I went to church in the morning since it was my uncles memorial. I'm really thankful no one has died around me in so long. It sucks because you can't talk to them anymore.
One of my friends died when I was 17, and I remember when we were in grade 7, we would tell each other we are going to plan around when to get our wives pregnant so we our kids could go to school together. He was the first person I actually got into a fight with. During soccer practice, we were swearing at each other, and push came to shove. I forget who started the fight, but I remember slapping him straight across the face, and he had really light skin so he turned red. I didn't mean to hurt him, but we were both really mad. After this, we came better friends, its weird how if you get into the a huge fight with someone and you resolve it, it tends to be a stronger relationship.
Then I went to school and studied a bunch.