It was a Friday night and I was doing my math homework when my friend, Kendra called. She called to tell me that a friend of mine had died. I was so shocked that I couldn't cry. That night I sat in my room and listen to this slow song over and over again. My friend, Jordan, who had died was only 17 years old. He had a disease called Fanconi anemia, which affects the bone marrow needed to produce white blood cells. Early this summer he had gone into the hospital to have a bone marrow transplant. Jordan's younger sister, Lisa, had gone through the same procedure a few years ago and is healthy now. A few weeks ago I had gone to see Jordan in the hospital. He had lost some of his hair and looked thinner then he usually looks. At the time I never thought it would be my last time seeing him alive. I've known Jordan since I was in grade school. He loved to act and make people laugh. I walked into this quiet room and saw Jordan's body in the front of the room laying there with no movement. Then I saw both of his parents. They looked so together, unlike me who was balling and shacking. At the funeral the next day I saw his younger siblings. They were so mad he was gone and I could relate. All through the service people were talking about things they remembered about Jordan and how he's in a better place. Seeing all the people who came to say goodbye to Jordan showed what a great guy he was. Then came the hardest part. Watching Jordan's casket go into the ground and knowing it was all over. I was crying histaricle with all my close friends around me doing the same. I didn't want to leave the grave sight. I wanted it all to be a bad dream that I had and for him to be alive. Sure I've lost family member before but they were older and had long lives. Jordan didn't get to go to his senior prom or graduation. He didn't get to get married and start a family. I wish I had more time with because it&apos...