My best friend, Bryan, was taken from this earth. Too young. Only 21 years old.
I miss him still. I feel really bad that with all of the turmoil today that I just now noticed that it was today… I feel totally bad about that. But I am sure he wouldn’t be upset if he knew everything that went on today…
I made a post not so long ago about him and the poem that I wrote after his death. Up until that point in my life, I had not had any tragedies in my life that I could remember. I had lost both of my grandparents on my Mom’s side before I was 6. My grandmother on my Dad’s side died before I was born.
Nobody really knows how hard this was on me… except me. So now, I will just link this to the other posts…
The first post: So, if you are here, I assume you want to know…
The second post: Supplemental Post
The last post: The Poem I wrote about Bryan
R.I.P. Bryan… I miss you, bud… I really miss you, bud… 🙁
