My best friend is dying.

He’s a night owl, so whenever I ran out for a late night dinner I would call him and say hi.

But tonight he’s in the hospital. I ran out to get Del Taco, and knew it would be too late to call his dad. And it hit hard not knowing if I’ll ever have another late night chat with him.

I did get to go see him last week.

Even though I knew this was coming sooner than later, I’m not ready.