R.I.P Eddie Guerrero

As I sit at lunch not even 24 hours after finding out about the death of Eddie Guerrero, I still am as numb as I was when I first read the news. Every time think about it, it sickens me. Every time I read about the three kids and a wife left behind, it sickens me. When I look at the fact he was one of a handful who did get help and did have all the demons behind him, it sickens me. Eddie was one of those guys you saw in the ring and knew he was loving life. Yes Eddie gave his all every time he stepped into the ring, because he wanted to give the fans something to remember. Eddie's passion was his family first, and then the fans. He was the feel good story the last two years because you just hoped it would be happy ending.

I was in tears when I saw the news, and when I think about it now, I have to fight some of them back. Eddie's life has reminded me of something that I have 'just taken for granted'. Eddie had years and years of drugs and alachol abuse and even though he cleaned up, the lingering effects were still there. This has made me think much more about my life than I ever thought it would be.

Yes I will admit, I take professional wrestling very seriously and to this day, still think about getting into 'the business' in some capacity. Yesterday sucked because I lost someone I never met, but someone I felt I knew deeply.

I hope his death will remind all those in wrestling that drugs aren't the answer in getting to the top.