Every day, whether it's here in Rockford, Chicago, or somewhere else in this country, you hear about loss. You hear about it so much, in fact, you start becoming numb to it. Like it's expected or you're accustomed to it. Then everything changes.

This time, it's someone you know, love, or care about. It makes you feel like the only one who noticed or even cared that it happened. Ya, people you know reach out and you can find common ground with others that are affected as well. But, the world keeps moving.

This past Saturday, a good friend I consider a brother, was murdered in Panama City Beach, Florida where I grew up. His name was Jonathan Vasta and he was a very good man. I spent most of Sunday crying or teary-eyed once I learned of this horrific news. Today, was different though. I am still sad, but it's a side note compared to the amount of rage I feel. I've always been on the fence when it comes to capital punishment, but this is personal. I want her to pay the maximum penalty and in Florida, it is definitely a possibility.

I would never want anyone to go through what I am right now but at the same time, if I walked outside and saw the world on fire, I don't think I'd give it much thought. The things we do to our own people in this country, and around the world, make me sick.

Just remember this. Life is a gift even if it feels like a curse sometimes. Cherish it and don't take it for granted. Find love. Stay close with your family. Tell the ones you love that you love them. In the blink of an eye, you may never have that chance again.

Jon was a good man and he will be missed by me and many others. Love you brother. Rest in peace.