Today marks five years since I made this entry. It has been five years since I found out about he death of my friend Richard. My memories of that day still disturb me – they still seem quite fresh. Most of all, I remember the long drive back to campus, the words of those men still ringing in my ears. That was a bitterly cold day, much like today. You could say I am being morose by writing about this; you could say that I should blog about more cheerful things, and forget about that sad chapter. Yet I suppose this is something I must do, as part of the way in which I remember my friend. I still feel angry that he didn’t have the long life he deserved, so commemorating such an occasion is a way to vent that anger, as well as to ensure I don’t forget the man Rich was.