I was on an amazing surf trip in Costa Rica when my husband called me to let me know that our friend Jonny was missing on a climbing trip. My heart sank immediately because missing generally translates to passing in these situations. Jonny was a friend and a great being and I will miss him dearly. I’m glad that the last time I saw him he was swinging me around the dance floor at 2:00 a.m. and we were laughing our asses off. The man knew how to live and for that I will continue to pay attention to the minutes, hours and days I have left. Love and peace to all who are missing these great people.