Today is your memorial and I can’t be there because it’s 2,000 miles away. And to be quite honest, I probably wouldn’t have the guts to show up anyway. When people die we tend to glorify them and all the good times. And I love having those memories to look back on, but we had some pretty bad times, too. I think that’s why I’m having such a hard time with accepting that you’re really gone. Forever.
The story of how we met will forever be my favorite. Mostly because I think it’s hilarious! And I know you did, too. It’s been four years now since we first “encountered” each other, back in the ol’ Tinder days. We matched but unfortunately you were just passing through St. Louis for the night on a bachelor party trip. So we never met up, but we did decided to follow each other on Instagram (I’m pretty sure that was your idea). Over the next two years we liked each others pictures and left a few comments here and there. Commenting the heart eyes emoji was your favorite and I’m not going to lie, it boosted my confidence when you did. Continue reading