I sometimes wonder what it would be like. Twenty-some stories, 9.8 meters per square second, goosebumps and gut-munching butterflies. Maybe it would be excruciatingly painful for a split second. Maybe it won't. Maybe it hurts forever. Scary. I thank God I am a wuss.
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Karlo, my brother, you did take that leap. A quieter and less painful one I hope. Though not so quiet and not as painless for us, sadly.
We'll soldier on for you. Your loved ones will remember the great times with you. Your friends will toast to your memory. Your girls will grow up, and the best parts of you will live in them too.
As for me, Life had to happen between us and I couldn't bridge the gap and say that last important thing I needed to say to you. To thank you for helping me find my way. To thank you and Phillip for being the best friends I should've but didn't have when I was younger. To thank you for being 1/3 of the brotherhood I chose during my late formative years.
I abruptly stopped our friendship ten years ago. And ten years later you permanently ended it. No more chance for conversation. No hope for repair. Only a silent hope remains. That you somehow knew what I wanted to say. That you knew all along. That you wanted to say that too.
Here's to your journey on earth, my friend. Safe travels to wherever you're going next, my brother. Bring our love and our memories with you, Karlo.
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