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Thanksgiving really hasn't been the same since we lost Erika, it's like she was the staple to everyone being together. The only family I have on Long Island are my two older cousins, their husbands, and their three kids. We've spent every Thanksgiving together besides this one; this year it was just my parents, Theresa and me. It's been a year and a half but it's all still so surreal to be and when the three people I told at school try talking to me, there's nothing they can say. And the thing is, I don't want them to say anything most of the time. I hate saying that they have no idea but they do have no idea, and I hate feeling like an asshole for saying that.
Closing my eyes and seeing police tape and reliving that day is just too much for me.
Closing my eyes and seeing police tape and reliving that day is just too much for me.