A friend of mine died today.

One of my very recent former co-workers at my last job died late last night or early this morning.  Josh just called and told me.  He was vacationing in Nags Head, went for a late night swim alone, and some surfers saw him go under.  he appears to have drowned, though we aren't sure what caused him to do so. 

Needless to say, I am rather shaken right now.  The unit we were both in...everyone is a wreck.  This was so unexpected, and so shocking.  He was one of my favorite people over there.  I can't fucking believe this.  It is all I can do not to cry right now.  I wish I was still there.
 
I was supposed to meet up with some College Park folks this evening.  I still might, but if my work friends call, I'll go to be with them.  I didn't know this guy very long, but I already cannot believe he's gone. 

I hate this.  Why? 

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