For me, the last few years have really bit.

A little after I woke up this morning, my friend Neil's funeral began in Chicago.

This is not a subject I'd have chosen to begin my first diary, but I guess you go with what you've got.

As I've posted in the Prayer Closet, my former roommate, Neil, fell and hit his head a week ago, and after a saga that involved him being sent home with a bottle of Vicodin, collapsing on Sunday and falling into a coma and having surgery for a blood clot on the brain, I've received news that he will be taken off life support on Saturday.