A year ago, a wonderful friend of mine ended his life. It was about this time that I checked my email and saw that my Army ROTC Unit Commander had sent an email out to the cadets that he was dead. Details trickled in later. I miss him so much. I didn't go to his funeral, since I didn't want my last memory to be of him in a casket. I talked to him not long before did it, too. It was like, one day he was there, next gone. We spent three years together in ROTC, three years of early mornings every single day, getting lost during land navigation at Fort McCoy, and other stuff ROTC cadets do. I know being sad won't bring him back. Maybe I'm in a bit of denial still. I never even deleted his phone number from my cell, almost as if I'm hoping that one day it'll ring and I'll see his name.