My partner’s best friend, and my friend whom for the short 4 years that I knew him. Grew to love him, his wife, and his daughters. Passed away today, forever changing many lives. 

War is vile, and wicked. However most manage a deployment with just a few bad memories, and some great stories to tell. However, getting accustomed to civilian life after so many years of service is a difficult one. Specially in the current economy where finding a job to support your family is difficult. 

Our friend called us 6 times, and send text messages, unfortunately due to the fact that we were sleeping we missed each cry for help. I can’t help but feel guilty for not hearing the phone vibrate on my night stand. 

I find it hard to sleep tonight, my ringer as loud as it can be on my phone. 

Rest in Peace, Brother.

“If i could go back, thats the first thing I would do I swear that I would. Do my best to follow through. Come up with a master plan. A homerun hit, a winning stand. A guarantee not a promise, That I’ll never let your love slip from my hands”
— “If its the beaches” The Avett Brothers