I just found out a friend died in a motorcycle accident last Sunday really close to my house.
He was one of those new friends you never really think you'll make as an adult, we'd randomly see each other at the dog park (our dogs seemed like love playing together), talk baseball (we'd rag on each other since he was a rabid yankee fan and me a redsox fan), and even went to a couple redsox yankee games at yankee stadium (once meeting there randomly by chance).
Dude was only 40yo, a former marine, and just bought a house. We lost touch over the last year because he got super busy with his new job, and I was planning on texting to watch an upcoming game.
What a bummer, it hasn't really sunk in that he's dead.