Today I found out that Sean, who used to live across the street from me in my childhood, died this weekend. He was one of my brother’s close childhood friends, and definitely made fun of me in my awkward years.
Though we hadn’t talked since I was 14 and his family moved away, he was apart of so many memories of my neighborhood friends and the adventures we had. We used to build forts in my backyard. In the winter we used to go sledding. In the summer we would ride bikes and play flashlight tag at night while catching firefliles.
He was 22 years old. May he finally have found the peace he was looking for.
The sad story here: Botched Robbery
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