This picture was the last picture ever taken of him, approximately five minutes or so later he was gone, just like that.
I've stopped trying to understand why this keeps happening to me and I've also stopped fearing having close friends because I felt cursed in some strange way, but it was a lot to get to this point. Losing one best friend in a lifetime is one thing, but three? Exactly - I'd be astonished too. But it is my life and my history, and I deal with it the best way I can.
I hope today that the world conspires to take it easy on me emotionally.