What today "is" has been in the back of my mind all day; it's been an "off" day all day.
I was 16 when he died, and the pain is still strong enough to make me catch my breath. So many things would be different if he was still here. I don't know what that would mean for my life. I can only look forward to the day I get to see him again, and try to live in a way that honors him.
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