Posted in Growing up/old, Memory Lane

6 years

Antiguo at Golden Gate Park, 6 months before he died. I miss him every single day.

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I've been doing some form of creative writing since 9th grade, and have been a blogger since 2003. Like most bloggers, I've quit blogging multiple times. But the words always come back, asking to be written down, and they pester me if I don't. So here we are. Thanks for reading.

5 thoughts on “6 years

  1. I can’t believe it’s been that long either. I was looking through my gmail contacts the other day, and he’s still in there. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to delete it.

  2. It seems like so long ago, and yesterday, simultaneously, to me.

    Don’t delete him, please; I like knowing that I’m not the only one remembering him, and that he was awesome.

  3. 6 years is so long. 5 years for me today, that is so long also. It’s just not right that they’re not here anymore.

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