I lost an old friend this week. His name was Jesse and he was 18 years old. He was out Wednesday night on his motorcycle and crashed. His grandmother, Joy, is a housekeeper that works on my shift. She and I had been in the break room at work talking about movies that we liked just before she was told of the accident. He was still alive when she left but had died by the time she got to the ER. I found out the next day who it was. We have had classes together and we were both on the track team. He always made me laugh, he was always smiling and happy. I haven't talked to him in a while but I still can't believe that he is gone. It is all in God's will and I am not about to second guess him. Still a sad sad event. I think I am going to stop by the funeral on the way to church in the morning. Just felt like letting my feelings out. Thanks for reading.