This month the 19th was a Monday, like the day Malcolm died. It felt worse because of that. 31 months; 31 19ths. I can’t fathom how it can be more than two and a half years since I saw Malcolm last. Like I said to the policemen that night, I don’t understand, I don’t understand. Tonight I’m just really sad and really missing him and I still don’t understand.
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