Ugh

This will be a quick post, I'm sure.  I found out tonight a pal of mine passed away from cancer.  He was a big part of my life when I first moved to Chicago because we worked together at Second City theatre and then eventually performed together.  We lost touch when I stopped working there and decided performing was not my cup of tea.  I have all these surreal feelings tonight because of his death.  Second City sort of marked the beginning of my adventures in Chicago.  It was this electric atmosphere filled with constant, guttural laughter.  I think the aspect that's making my head spin tonight is that a big part of that vision is now lost because of Mike's passing.  No one is exempt from death. Even a circle of laughter and jokes and people with the hunger to live life is not exempt.  I keep picturing his chair where he sat near the box office and finding it hard to swallow that time just marches on, putting someone new in that chair, new faces in the theatre, the laughter of people who have come and gone simply fade into the background only to be covered by new laughter.