23 years ago today one of my best friends in the world died. He was the very best. Full of life, joy, faith, and he was like cool and like this brother I didn't know I really wanted to have.
If I could go back in time and somehow prevent him from dying, I would, every time.
I also don't think I would recognize myself today if he hadn't died. I'm a different person because of the way this tragedy and loss touched me as a high schooler.
I don’t know what to do with that, but I think about it all the time.
(To be clear, I'm not at all an "everything happens for a reason" person. Especially because of loss. Just in case you thought I was inferring it, I wasn't.)
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