On the Year Mark

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When people talk about death, you’ll usually find a collection of memoriam, grief, and… poetry. But that’s not what I want to talk about.

The truth is, no matter how much, how descriptive, or how beautiful I write, you will never know (nor do I want you to understand) the connection between me and them.

I don’t want you to. You don’t deserve to.

And this isn’t to say, “you’ll never understand MY grief”— that’s not true at all. If you’ve lost someone suddenly, then you do. But I find myself reading other’s messages. The intimate moments, the details of sounds or how they look, favorite memories.

As readers, or observers, of this grief we will never actually know that person. And I wish, in my case, that you actually did.

That’s why I don’t want to tell you anything. Our times were ours. You just had to be there. Whatever I put out there will fail immensely against my best friend. He’s just not the kind of person you can describe.

So, I want to tell you what he stood for. Because this isn’t a memorial to a person you’ll never know. This is an example of someone who lives exactly as they say.

Introduction

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Main Arguments

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My Experience

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