Just got an email from a mutual friend telling me my homeboy died last night on his motorcycle. It fucked my head up bad. Still not really sure where my head is just yet but right now this feels therapeutic. He just got married on May 15!!! He probably hasn't even gotten the wedding photos back yet. His wife, his house, his job. In one short breath life is over. I've experienced a lot of loss in my life of people my age. Some close to me, some not so close. Jarronn and I weren't best friends but that was my man. We hung out, talked about real things going on in our lives, laughed, joked. Every once in a while I got a call from homie..."Mike DAWG, what's up brotha?!"
He hit me up on BBM earlier this week just to see how I was doing. I hadn't talked to him since his wedding but he always keeps in touch even if it's just to say what's up. My heart goes out to his family, his wife, and everybody else that knew him. We shared some fun-azz moments together...Miami, ski trip, and he and his wife were supposed to be going on my cruise in January.
It hurts. Rest In Peace Jarronn.