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The memorial service is Thursday.
Part of me is looking forward to the stories about Bojo; the other part of me knows I'll be looking for his face in the crowd.
I wish it were a joke.
I don't want to say goodbye, but I'm faced with knowing that I need to.
It feels like a piece of my heart died with him.
I really hope he's in a better place.
Part of me is looking forward to the stories about Bojo; the other part of me knows I'll be looking for his face in the crowd.
I wish it were a joke.
I don't want to say goodbye, but I'm faced with knowing that I need to.
It feels like a piece of my heart died with him.
I really hope he's in a better place.