my little buddy wanted to

Elementary school. Asthma. We ran, we played, he sat. He wanted to play. One morning I went to meet him. He wasn’t there. It was a horrific attack. Yep, he comes to mind often. 

See you up there one day buddy. My best friend ever. Eleven years old. 

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