Sidekick Splatter
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Den of Angels
Today is the birthday of a friend of mine who was killed last year. I don’t know how to feel about it right now. It’s painful thinking of him and the good memories we shared with friends. He was so young and such a good man that it doesn’t feel right he’s not alive now to celebrate his birthday. I look at his facebook page and read the messages and it just hurts; his friends sharing their memories of him, wishing him a Happy Birthday in heaven. There’s so much love for him on his page and he deserved it all.
He, together with a couple of other friends, helped me through so much and tought me how to be happy. They gave me memories to be fond of before I had the strength to make my own.
I want to wish him a Happy Birthday too… because I’m truly thankful he was born but it just feels weird, even hopeless.
