Our friend Michael passed away this week, and we're attending his funeral tomorrow. He was a gaming buddy of Matt's and came over almost every Saturday night. It's very sad because he wasn't even 40 yet, but he did weigh about 600 pounds. He had had a heart attack several months ago and tried to change his ways, but it just didn't work for him. This second heart attack got him. We're so sorry to lose him. He was always cheerful, always up. He was kind and understanding, even when insecure me tried roleplaying games for the very first time. Michael's friends used to razz him for his Michaelisms--off-the wall sayings that you knew what he meant but just sounded out there. My favorite was "The butt's on the other side of the doughnut now." He took all the teasing in stride and just enjoyed it for what it was, male bonding or something. We also played City of Heroes/Villains with him. Saturday nights just aren't going to be the same. The gaming group is down to Matt and his other best friend, which really isn't much of a group. So sad.
We also heard that Matt didn't get the job he applied for. He has one other known opportunity, but I really thought he had this one in the bag. My poor love. So many bad things happening this week. At least he's got me, Logan, and Mom, who love him dearly.