It has been 14 years since you’ve passed and you were on my mind throughout the day. I tore up my desk all morning looking for this little memorial card and couldn’t find it anywhere. Fast forward to about 45 minutes ago when I hopped in the car to head to work: I had an overwhelming urge to listen to Bleed American, which normally I would just play through my iPod, but for some reason I grabbed the CD knowing I had kept it in the glove compartment. I opened it up to find your face staring back at me. I don’t believe in god. I don’t put any stock into an afterlife. The pragmatist in me knows this was somehow guided by my subconscious, but maybe just this once I would like to believe that even though we grew apart the few years prior to your death that you’re reaching out to me now letting me know you’re with me regardless. I miss you, old friend. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bthl_muglB_PpALvm7NP2DHTOsUlZ5HpxJkKg40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dwotiqnawwgv