Hey everybody.
Im going to make this short because honestly I'm not in the mood to talk about it too much.  I come with a bit of morbid news here in uharte arakil.

As of this morning, my digging partner Tim straub passed away from a heart attack.  He was 72 born November 16 1940.  I was right next too him when he died, fuck I even heard his last words.  He had been complaining of angina for the past week and I guess as of now it was pretty serious.  I don't have too many words here but judging from his life story he would go on about everyday, I would say he was a great guy with a lot of enthusiasm for life (kind of cliche I know).  I enjoyed all the political conversations and stories we would discuss there in the trenches.  Even when he would annoyingly discuss his endless love for south dakota (maybe I'll make it out there someday, he sure did talk it up)

I helped as best I could but after watching the paramedics for what seemed hours, it seemed his fate was sealed.  This has been somewhat of a traumatic day for everyone but my thoughts and prayers go to his family.  I cannot even bear to imagine getting that call at five in the morning.

I wished this hadn't happened but it did.  Occasionally he would try to give me little life lessons here and there, since apparently being ancient gives you lots of wisdom.  Each day though I would listen to what he would have to say, the one I will remember the most might be
"You know? Just say what's on you're mind.  If you got something to say you better say sooner rather than later.".

 Please do not ask if I'm OK, I'm fine.  I honestly barely knew the guy. I will keep moving along with the world as long as it goes. The only thing I can say from here is this is a day I wont forget anytime soon.

Cheers