This photo was taken by Tyler's good friend, Ruth Quinde. She said it made her think of him. A lot of things make me think of him, especially now. Today I got a copy of his death certificate in the mail and I cried. It's not getting any easier to accept the fact that he's gone. Standing there holding, reading a tangible, black and white reminder of his death makes it even harder.
This photo shows the birth of a new day, yet I'm talking about death. How very strange, eh?
I miss him...
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