There's nothing like a week of terrible news to remind you not to sweat the small stuff, not to create enemies, and keep your loved ones close and tell them you love them every chance you get, because life is far too short, not to cherish every second of every day.
I'll never understand why God picks his flowers before they're fully bloomed, but at least we were fortunate enough
to share their beauty, if only briefly.
Rest in Peace, Noah.
December 18, 1988 - November 18, 2011
