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1504-18

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Three years ago! Only 3 years ago! This sentence keeps repeating in my mind as Joe's casket is wheeled into the church. I met Joe only 3 years ago. I felt cheated, hurt, robbed. I felt like I should've had more time with Joe. I should have gotten to show Joe more things in this life. *sigh*. A tear makes its way out of my eye, down my cheek and onto the ground. The service hasn't even started yet, but I feel like it should have ended already.
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"Please wake up." I said as I held his hand. I looked for any sign of response; a movement beneath an eyelid, a twitch of a finger. Nothing. He was just... blank. I felt the tears come. I played with his hand in mine; traced invisible messages in his palm with my finger, hoping just maybe he'd magically be able to get them. Tears started falling down my cheeks. I held his hand gently against my lips. Tears dropped on his fingers until they were as wet as my eyes. I rested my head on his limp hand. "I told you I needed you to stay."

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