This day last year

-The eternal departure of a friend, a project manager, an environmentalist, a funny person, a bf who wrote to his gf by the river everyday, which was marked by another independent coincidence of a much lighter scale tragedy that took the form of a 1cm scar on a left fist.

Paying tribute to him. As I’m reminded of how I bled on this day-And whatever memory it triggered in which gratitude and sadness intertwined in the face of the struggle, or perhaps the independent fight with and against life. One remained. The other taken.

I hope the 1 remains remembers to honor that with a good reason.

Remember, remember



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