A friend of mine in the military that I went to technical training with committed suicide recently. I went to his memorial today. He was only 23 years old. We drove several hours across state lines just to say goodbye. I only knew him a few short months but I can’t get over the fact that he’s gone. He was my friend. We got stationed to different bases, but he never stopped meaning something to me. I hold him in my memories fondly. He made everyone laugh and just had this radiant energy. People were drawn to his unique personality. His mother wailed for her baby all throughout the service. Everyone’s hearts broke. His shop NCO called for roll call in the middle of the service, his name was said, but no reply. The silence punched everyone’s gut. The chapel was full of confused, angry, and grieving souls. We weren’t even very close, yet I will forever have a hole in my heart knowing he is no longer with us. He deserved better and we failed him. 23 years old. There is always someone who loves you enough to want you to stay. There will always be someone who cares for you, no matter how lonely you may feel. There will be brighter days. It’s tough, but hang in there. I miss him everyday and have been leaving him messages in his inbox to cope. There’s someone out there to do that for you. If anyone needs a friend, I’m always here.