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Having to go to a funeral with an empty casket is harder then having to look at the person.Why?Because,bodies shouldn't be lost.
Watching a casket filled with pictures get lowered into the ground is even harder.Those are memories being covered in dirt.It hurts,and I can't help it.I can't get myself over the fact that my "blood brother",my partner in crime,is gone.He wanted college money,and the army seemed like the easy way out.
I miss you,Glueboy.More then you know