An amazing guy was found dead this week. I got the phone call from a mutual friend last night while I was out at a bar.
Justin Gross was only 25, and was preparing to move, having accepted a great new job in DC. I had known him since high school, and he was a remarkable person. He was caring and kind and sensitive and amazing.
He was found in his bed Tuesday morning, when his boss checked on him because he didn't show up to work. They don't currently know the cause.
My initial reaction was that I want to be at the funeral. While we were not as close as we once were, I cared deeply for him. However, I think I'll have to forgo the memorial out of respect for his family since I broke of an engagement with his older brother a few years ago. I definitely don't want to run the risk of causing his family any more pain.
I really miss him.
I was looking at his facebook wall and everyone's goodbye posts to him. The last post before the goodbyes start bothers me more.
"Dude, what happened to you last night? We were worried about you. I hope everything is okay."