Happy Pride everyone! Gary has a special message for everyone!
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Happy Pride everyone! Gary has a special message for everyone!
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WOW it’s been a while
Last night I went to close the door to your bedroom and it bounced back open. I realized it was broken from That Morning when daddy kicked open the door and found you. I didn’t cry standing there, but running my fingers over the busted wood made it so painfully real, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was in a heap on my bed or the floor or the couch or someone’s lap even, crying and snotting and just succumbing to the weight of this reality. Well, that didn't happen last night so I was still waiting for the meltdown today when your friend Victor and his lady Brook came by today, you didn't get to meet their daughter Lydia so lemme tell ya she is healthy and precious and chubby and happy. And funny thing is she was born on your 17th birthday. They miss you a lot and Victor wanted to cry so bad talking about you, I could see it in the way his mouth got tight in the corners as he spoke. I wonder if you ever knew how much he thought of you? Because he thought you were hella cool, like so many people did. When they left I felt like I was in my bedroom again, calling daddy after reading your fb post that morning and being told what you'd done. It hurts the same. Every time it’s still too real. I miss you and I’ve got to stop writing now
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I sat down in the dirt and cried today because I couldn't crank the pressure washer. It's really fucking hard to crank since you replaced the rope with a wire. I mean, it's doable but it's a pain in the ass and I'm not strong enough. I just wanted to be helpful and pressure wash the deck at Granny and Pops bc "it needs to be done and it'd make them happy" but really I'm probably just trying to fill your spot a little and I can't even crank the goddamned thing. Given eventually I got someone to crank it and I got the shit done, but it's just not the same. I have such a hard time being back home, I just feel your absence so much and I feel so guilty. It's just so real when I'm here and I am forced to accept that I will never see you again and it just fucking hurts. I wish pressure washers had a kickstart. I wish you were still here. I wish I had been a better sister. I'm so sorry.
I miss my friends being friends