Today's sighting was different. Today I imagined what it was like when Max left campus that sunny afternoon, oblivious to the fact that he would never make it home. Today it hurt. Today I'm reminded anew of the future that was taken from me when he died.
He would be graduating from Kent State next month if only...
I should be planning his graduation party; instead I'm reeling again from a sucker punch to the gut.
Death is a miserable bastard.