Of all the people I’ve ever personally know, only two have died. My grandfather when I was 10 years old was one. I was too young and immature to understand the full impact of it. And a 15 year old kid who’s house I would hang out at with his sister and other friends. I cried briefly at his funeral. Now my mom is dying. She’s gonna be the third. I think this is gonna suck way, way more than the others.
Back in 2005-2006 my friend/co-worker, Josh Sunday, and I used to play a game in which we would quiz one another by singing “whoa-oh” parts of Coheed & Cambria songs and making each other guess which song they were from