The other day, an old friend of mine was found dead after he had gone missing.
A few years back, he gave me a bass guitar because I didn’t have enough money to buy it off of him.
The other day, my great aunt passed away. She was old, it was probably time.
I wasn’t close to her, not nearly as I should be. But I have a lot of stories I can still learn. My family can still tell me.
The other day, a dear friend of mine lost her sister at the turn of the year.
I still have a letter she sent me back in middle school. She bought me candy. It was crushed to bits when it arrived, and every bit tasted just as good as I’d hoped.
All of these people were amazing lights. They were all special. So, so special.
This isn’t a story I wrote.
It’s just compiled sadness.
My heart aches for all of you.
I don’t really have anything else to say.
I hope that you have another good day.
I just hope you have another day.
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