Too young, too fast, good bye, sleep well

I saw a strange post on a friend's wall on FB, beginning with "RIP..."

To my chagrin I realised I recognised the name.

It was a primary school friend, which I lost contact with after I left NZ. He was nice. He was one of the few boys that was never rude, cruel, or mean to me.

I never thought he'd go out this way.

This young.

With this much life left to live.

If I managed to travel back in time and told him he'd die in a car crash, possibly under the influence of alcohol, would he have listened?

I think if we were visited by people from the future who told us our manner of death, we'd be shocked. And possibly think twice about the life we'd lead.

Each death brings life closer to home, as ironic as it sounds.

Though I never knew him that well I wish

I wish....

I wish he didn't die.

His death hurts.

RIP Matty.