It appears that death has reared it's ugly head into my life again. This time, it's taken my friend Will.
I met Will when I was in middle school in grade 7. While we lost contact after high school, we were able to reconnect around 4 years ago. We developed a strong brother/sister like relationship as we knew each other's deepest and darkest secrets. We had a pact that we would look out for each other. A couple of weeks ago, I was shocked and saddened to hear that he had suffered a massive heart attack and had slipped into a coma. Will was always a fighter and always managed to come out victorious in the end. Sadly, this was a battle he couldn't win. I suppose he'll still keep a watchful eye out for me in between his jammin' sessions on his guitar and watching the Toronto Maple Leafs win a Stanley cup (wishful thinking?) from up above.
"Everywhere I go, there I am"
R.I.P Will....
Mags.
