Difficult news.

News of death is always difficult to receive, believe, and deal with. When it is of a good old (young, though, very young) friend — it is tenfold. 

I'm so glad that I managed to see you before you left, and I can't believe it was only a week ago we were hanging out like we were 19 again. Smoking, driving around, hanging out in Darren's room a few days before he was going to move out, having supper, talking nonsense and laughing. I'm happy that one of the last things you said to me was that you're glad that I was home, cos the Robin of the pack is back. Just a search of your name in my blog shows so many good times.

You were one of a kind, 'White'.  You'll be alright now.