A childhood friend of mine who I lost contact with passed away two years ago, I found out a year later. I was numb to it at first but it's hitting me recently and I've been mopey as fuck. He was an inspiration to me and motivated me to create funny videos and get into hobbies. He, indirectly, helped me meet big video makers in that certain sub-genre on youtube years ago and it was kinda like a dream come true and he loved what I made. We lost contact because he moved for a while and then he became reclusive, but he got bowel cancer and died. I'm fucking gutted. I found out from an engraving on a bench at the local park and I sit there a lot thinking about him. It also motivates me to live my fucking life and not kill myself, that we have an uncertain and short time on this planet. Cherish everyday, frens.