I have this friend named Joseph. I have known him since I was 6 years old. We were the best of friends until mid-way through High School. We both had a similar group of friends, but we both preferred different ones, so we eventually drifted apart a little bit. After I moved to Springfield, from Kansas City, we fell even more apart; however, we still spoke to each other. On Sunday 6/21/2009 his Dad found him dead in his bed. He apparently died in his sleep from taking a pain medication, before going to bed, that he happened to be allergic to. I found out on Tuesday while at work. His funeral is this Saturday, and I am trying to get off work so I can go to it. This has been a pretty crappy week.
