i hate deaths.
my friend's dad got into an accident on vacation in mexico, and he passed away.
he was my basketball coach in the best years of my sport, 6th-8th grade.
he was the man who taught me how to play volleyball.
i never saw him without a smile on his face or excitement in his voice.
he was always that crazy dad looking for his next thrill.
he was awesome.
i just feel horrible that i don't know her as well as i used to.
i just wish i could do something for her.
for now all i can do is pray.
r.i.p. mr. piechocki.