Last night a good friend of mine passed away, after battling cancer his whole life, being mentally impaired and an individual withing the LGBT community, he died of Pneumonia, Last i heard he had gastric bleeding but the pneumonia was getting better, to wake up to a text about his death, it was heart wrenching, I knew him through a mutual friend, and I had agreed to become his mentor in a way, he didn't have anyone within the LGBT community to talk to and so I agreed to talk to him, and be a listening ear, I try not to have any regrets and I think I succeed but not in this case, I Haven't emailed, or talked to will in sometime, and upon hearing of his death, I felt bead because I hadn't talked to him in so long, but as my friend izzy says he was a great individual who despite all his "bad luck" he never complained, he always found happiness somehow and I wish i could be half the man he was, but it still pains me, on a lighter note I received a message today about the Chicago Tribune article i was interviewed for! Despite the darkness light shall come eventually :D