Our Friend

Ryan came up Saturday night and told me Erin had called but his phone needed to be charged and he couldn't listen to the message she had left. It was late and we figured she was probably calling to ask to hang out and since Ryan was in the Poconos already we knew it was too late.

Sunday morning he call her up, she told him that our friend Dave had died in his sleep on Friday night. He was at a bar that night with a few friends, he came home, and just never woke up. He's just turned 33 (Rolling Rock, in his words.) They are doing an autopsy on him today. I'm not sure about funeral stuff yet, when I know I'll post it in the comment section, in case anyone would like to go.

Sorry for not posting wedding stuff, we just weren't much in the mood this week, and it didn't seem right.

Here is a picture from a happy time, last year at Ripper's in Bethlehem.