Fifth in Life

  • Feb. 8, 2016, 3:38 a.m.
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We are on our way to our fifth funeral in a three month period. So sad.

I think I need to write about my friend killing himself. First, he was amazing, loving, confident man. He loved with everything he had. He would give you everything just to see you smile. Just one of the best people I knew.

Maybe I should have told him this, maybe I should have called him more often, maybe I should have taken the time to drive the three hours to visit him, maybe, maybe, maybe. So many damn maybes.

All I do know for sure is I miss him. I miss him alot.


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