You give your more to receive your less. A lesson in grief I must say. Thankful, given the circumstances but how could this have turned out any better? Your mother continues to tell me she wishes it was her. How is it to bury your child? But people need people. I need her, but people miss you. Your children, your wife, the people calling your phone from all corners of the earth once they got the news. Nothing lasts forever, man. I can only wish that people will fuck with me as hard as they do you when I pass. You’re living on through all of us. I love you, I miss you, I’ll never forget you.