Seeing my nephew’s grave, hurts me because I have nothing to say. I never said good bye to him. Josh means so much, because he was like a brother to me. We did everything together, like riding dirt bikes and when we weren’t massing around, we were in the house playing videogames or outside playing football, one on one, or jumping on are bikes and going places. I was the last one to talk to him the day before he died. I told him I couldn’t wait tell he got home. Now I wish I hadn’t said that. Now I want to wait. Maybe if I waited he would be here.
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