Henry

A friend of mine died on Tuesday, March 6. I went to his viewing on Friday. It's Monday and I still can't believe it. I thought I saw him at Kohl's tonight. I didn't know him terribly well, but I worked with him for a few months, and he was one of my favorite people there ever. He was an incredible person all together.

I went on a youth retreat with my church over the weekend. The guest speaker decided that hell would be a good topic for one of the sessions. He talked all about hell: what it'd be like, why people went there, and how those who refused God deserved to be there. I cried for hours after the session.

This is quite a test of faith.

Cya, Henry.