6/19/2012

Friday is six years since Anthony passed away. Every year, I tell myself I’m going to make the two hour drive to his grave to “say goodbye”. Every year I come up with a reason not to. Sometimes, I’ll see somebody at a bar or on the street that bears a striking resemblance to him and I think, “Maybe he’s not really gone”.

I really can’t believe it’s been six years. He’s been gone almost as long as I knew him. It seems like it was just yesterday.

Every year when it approaches his birthday, or when it approaches the anniversary of his death, I find myself wrapped up in old diary entries, reliving the old days… Not just with him, but with every body from back then. It’s strange how much everything has changed.

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June 19, 2012

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June 19, 2012