My husband came and woke me up a little while ago with really bad news. A friend of ours died in a car crash early this morning, just up the road from here. Literally, less than 2 miles away. I heard the sirens before I went to bed, but didn't think anything of it. That's a weird feeling.
He was a sweet guy. Always cheerful, always upbeat. Funny as hell. Husband knew him better than I did, but we'd all hang out together and play pool on Tuesday nights this past year. Young guy, too, only 25.
From what we've heard, he lost control on a patch of ice and hit a telephone pole. Flight For Life couldn't/wouldn't come because of the ice, and our little hospital is not very well equipped for such things, but he didn't make it that far, anyway.
RIP, my friend.