You know what's fucked up; getting a message on Facebook from your friends mom saying he is dead.
The fact that his sister had died three years before him is fucked up.
The fact that his father left four months ago is fucked up.
The fact that tonight I wrote messages to his friends across Canada telling them that he was dead because there was no other way for him to know.
He loved his mother furiously and protected her from all he could.
He didn't want her to go out of her way to pick him up.
His sisters rose garden was almost fully in bloom.
He was a good fucking guy.
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