So this was a strange weekend. For the past week or two one of my best friends and I have basically been planning on a celebration of life this weekend. This being in the form of two baby showers we had to go to for three of our friends, all having kids soon. As we were having dinner Friday, he got a call from his mom telling him to go home immediately. Turns out he wasn't able to make it home in time to say goodbye to his father, who died maybe 20 or 30 minutes before he got home.

Needless to say he didn't make it out this weekend, and the funeral is this week on Wednesday. I know that his dad had been sick and on the way out for a long time now, and that my friend had been preparing for this. But it's still so hard to see him this way.

Damn that guy instinct that makes us want to fix things. All I keep doing is thinking of how I can make it better. But the reality is that there's nothing I can do. All we can do for those we care about in such situations is offer pretty words of condolence that amount to nothing. This is especially hard for me, as a writer words mean everything to me. And here I've come to realize that all my words are for nothing.

I hate seeing the people I care about like this, and being unable to do anything about it.