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10.22.2006

I Love You, Dennis


Dennis is on the short list of people I plan to love forever. On Friday I received this text message.

He's gone.


For the past few months, Dennis has been enduring something most people hope to avoid -- watching his father slowly deteriorate and pass away.

I received this text message while I was watching a dear friend's band perform. He had just dedicated a song to me and my Ex because the song was about a dear friend of ours who passed away earlier this year.

Halloween is coming. Last Halloween, my brother went into the hospital. He died three months later.

I have never been unaware of mortality. And yet, for some crazy reason, all I feel right now is grateful. And I'm not even a fucking optimist.

Hold on, D. I'm coming to hug you.

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