Live Like We're Dying

My question of the day is "If your plane fell out of the skies, who would you call with your last goodbye?"I really don't know. As silly as this sounds, I think one of the people I would want to call is James and his family. Don't get the wrong idea here, James is 6. 

I was there when his parents brought him home, when he got sick and when he got better. I swear the moment that kid was born I was always at their house and I left with puke all over me. I loved living next door to that kid. He was my rainbow on a cloudy day. He became my best friend. Whenever I go back to Canada I see him more than my friends (that are my age). It's hard to be away when he keeps growing up. One day he was 2 years old and the next he was 5. Crazy how time flys. 

I really need to stop listening to Kris Allen's " Live like we're dying"