And a friend I'd had a falling out with died. It's strange how we are so convinced of our "rightness" until someone dies. Then we begin questioning it. Could I have handled this different? Maybe it was my fault? Even though you know it just is what it is and people have differences all the time, death has a way of creating questions that would never have otherwise existed.
I suppose it's a wake up call for the living - think carefully before you speak and measure your actions before you take a step. Life is far to short and unpredictable to always be convinced of your own "rightness".
