I wish I could have done something to help him before he decided to end his life. He left behind three wonderful daughters and more friends than he could imagine. I still don't remember the first few days after his death. I know I went to work. But I don't remember doing anything. I don't remember talking to anyone. I don't remember seeing anyone. I just don't remember. He thinks no one cared about him. He was so wrong. So terribly wrong. He is loved by more people than he would think. But that is usually the way it is one someone decides to end their life. His birthday is coming up in a month. It won't be easy. But I will get through it. I just wish I could tell him how much I miss him. How much I love him. How much his friendship meant to me.
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