Although I agree with the phrase nobody loves you until you're gone... Some instances are random. My old job consisted of me meeting and getting to know many people. Because of the line of work I was in, you had no choice but to bond. I created many friendships I'll cherish forever. Unfortunately, I had friends commit suicide. The most recent there were no signs. This young man had the entire world infront of him. Handsome, contagious smile, lit up the room when he walked in, and was really just the guy everyone wanted to be around. I knew he had some battles he was dealing with. I worked with him often and we lifted together outside of work. I walked out of work that Friday with him and told him hey man have a great weekend. Give me a holler if you need anything. That holler never came, and what came was a phone call the next morning informing me he shot himself after a dispute with girlfriend. I wish he would of called, and I wish they all would of called. I watched his mom stand at the foot of his grave while they dumped the dirt on top of the casket. That image is imprinted in my brain forever. It may seem contradicting given my current state of mind, but its something my heart will always yearn for because it doesn't get easier. Those feelings of could I have done more will probably never leave.