I've said this in past blogs, but I feel that if I were to die today, I would die a satisfied man. I have never had a great love, or children, or a thriving, successful career. But I am extremely proud of the way I have lived my life. The friends I've made, the places I've travelled, the career I pursued, the chances I took, the character I've built. I think I'm pretty alright. The only worry I have about my funeral is that my parents will never have really gotten to know me as well as everyone else in my life.
I've decided that I need to do something. Now. Like very, very soon. I need to write hand written letters to each and every person who has touched me and whom I consider to have been a great friend. Everyone who has brought some value to my life and who's friendship I have appreciated. I think it's important to do this. When I'm dead, I'll know how much you've loved me, but will you know much I've loved you? I think it would be a great gift. I won't make up a will because I have nothing except an impressive collection of DVDs and some pictures of Michelle Pfeiffer. No. I have to let these people know how much they've meant to me in a letter. My words.
I'm sorry to have sounded morbid, but if these past few months has taught me anything, it's that it can be anyone, anywhere, anytime.