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Words can't express my feelings right now. I just want to go home and be with the people I love. Instead, I'm stuck in some hotel on the other side of the country.

Phone rang last night - my friend Allen called crying - Kenny, our good friend had died. I heard the words, but they didnt register. He was involved in a motorcycle accident - was gone before he hit the concrete.

I just talked to Kenny yesterday - about coming back out West to visit in a few weeks, maybe even moving out there and staying with me for a few weeks. Kenny was my friend who drove the moving van for me across the country two weeks ago. His friend DJ also helped drive the van - he witnessed the accident last night, along with another friend.

They were just getting back from dinner getting ready to go out for St. Patrick's day - a 70 year old lady pulled out in front of them. DJ/Troy were able to move around the car, Kenny ended up destroying the car and pretty much going through the back seat. So ashamed of the local news channel - they posted pictures of the car with blood on it. Classy. Real Classy. Other news channels showed a side picture. No names were released yet.

Needless to say everyone is messed up. DJ is a mess. Kenny's older brother is in bad shape, blaming himself for introducing him to motorcycles years ago. His parents are not doing well. Allen has not stopped crying. Allen's wife, Tara, and I are just numb. I have such a sick feeling in my stomach and a heavy heart. I miss my friends and wish I wish I was with them. They are all gathered at Kenny's parents house - from new to old childhood friends.

I've known Kenny for a few years - couldnt ask for a better friend. He was definitely unique and always had such a great attitude. Always made me smile and laugh - not a day went by that we didnt talk. We were close. I also got him a job with my company a few months ago, so he was one of my engineers for my program. Spend the entire night talking to work people explaining to them what happened. It's a shock to everyone.

I'm working on gathering pictures for his family - for the funeral showing on Friday. It will be a rough day. Need to plan my travel arrangements. I was supposed to be home this weekend anyway - we all had plans to go out to our favorite pub and enjoy a nice dinner. We might still do that Friday after the funeral - go celebrate Kenny's life! As Kenny always said..."the key to immortalityis first living a life worth remembering"...he definitely lived that quote.

RIP Kenny - will never forget your friendship, your passion for life, you were a brother, a son, an amazing human being. You were taken way too soon from us. Love you. Kenny is pictured next to me in the photo, Allen is behind me. Two of the greatest friends anyone can ask for. The three of us would spend endless hours just hanging out...talking...laughing...sharing stories. We will get through this - but in the moment, it hurts.

Please grab a hold of your loved ones and tell them how much they mean to you...all we have is the now...tomorrow is not promised to any of us. I truly believe everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance. Make every single day count. "Live each day as if it were your last"...