I have had quite the time processing the fact the Sean is no longer walking this earth. I never let myself go to the place where I thought he would be gone. I just always thought he would get better. Yes, it was ignorance on my part as it just makes it harder for me to process now that it’s happened. What is especially hard for me was getting the word while I was traveling back home from an awesome vacation and then having it hit me that it’s the same day my father passed away 14 years ago. Someone REALLY doesn’t want me to like July. Just when it’s gotten bearable to celebrate the 4th of July and my birthday…. here we go again. I will never be the same again but I also know that I am one of the luckiest people to have been able to call him one of my best friends. No, we didn’t talk everyday or even every other day and that was the beauty of it all. He was always there when you needed him, no matter what. He was someone you could count on. I met him right before my 16th birthday in 1987 while we were standing in line to go to King Diamond at the Penny Arcade. It was my first concert at a club and the band had trouble getting through the border which made them late to the club so we had to wait outside while they set up. My girlfriend Natalie and I were standing next to Sean and his friend Chris. We started talking and we ended up hanging out for the whole show together. We swapped numbers after the show and we’ve been friends ever since. Just a few more days would have been 24 years since I first met Sean. The only thing that makes this bearable is knowing he’s no longer in pain. Rest in peace, my friend. Someday we’ll meet again.