In the 22 years I have known this place, I’ve never seen the city come together more than the weekend after you were gone.
And I’m sorry I took a chance on Tampa and failed. I’m sorry I came back only 7 months before you weren’t here anymore, and that I missed out on so many hugs, and that our sarcastic encounters never got as far as I would’ve wanted them to.
I see your brother around at night sometimes and he has your smile in his eyes. He hugs the same way you used to, but it’s different.
Sometimes I wish it would’ve been me and that the people I love wouldn’t be hurting so much, drinking so hard, getting angry at everything.
I’ll always have your face burned in my memory and your name will never be the end of our conversations.
You brought this town together in the most tragic way.
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