Vaya con dios, my friend.

Matt,

You have always been a good friend. We haven't always seen eye to eye, and sometimes we just stopped talking altogether, but I have always considered you a friend.

I sincerely hope you get better, but if you don't just know this; you will be missed.

Given the way life is now, it's doubtful that I will have the opportunity to visit you before you go, and even less likely that I will make it out for any ceremonies. It's probably just as well, though. I prefer to remember you as the hardass that you were, not laid up in a bed somewhere waiting to die.

I know posting to a blog may seem trivial, but when you consider how much time I've had lately to actually update much of anything, you'll see that this is something important to me.

Thank you for all the advice you've given me over the years, thank you for listening to me vent about my failing marriage, and thank you for joining me in giving Steve such a hard time over the years.

These are the memories I will carry with me. Thank you for being a part of my life.

Vaya con dios, my friend. I'll see you on the other side.