In exactly 31 hours 28 minutes it will be 4 years since I had to bury my best friend since birth.
I always liked to brag about our friendship, we were born 4 minutes apart in the same hospital.
our baby cribs were right next to each other, we didnt know that until a 4th grade project where i had to make a collage of my baby pics and i realized
our cribs were right next to each other.
we were damn inseperable, his parents had a lot of marriage issues so he would spend basically
all the time he wasnt sleeping with me at my house or out and aboot. he was my brother.
not like a brother, not a blood brother, he was a true brother. I dont even care if it sounds homo
i love that man more than i think i will ever love another human being. We had so many adventures
wed explore forests, hed go on vacations with us, hell we knew eachother better than we know ourselves.
To top it off he was a patriot. a real patriot not one of those crazy rednecks. He felt it was his responsibility
to protect the people he loved. He joined the marines and he made us all damn proud.
He fought in some of the most horrible and extreme conditions imaginable because he loved his country and his family,
In the cruel twist of fate that is reality he was killed when a burglar tried to rob a gas station 2 days into his rec leave.
My buddy took seven bullets from an uzi as he stopped the crime because the robber had a gun to a child.
RIP you ******* hero. I'll never forget you. And ill never stop trying be even half the man you ever were.
It's a horrible feeling, I know. She would want you to revel in the good times you had with her, rather than missing her. Easier said than done, I know.
This video makes me shed a tear almost every time. Not because I share expereince with the poor man, but because I don't have anyone that I would feel this way about when they died, and I think that's sadder.