i’m flying back tomorrow for the service on
wednesday. things are so unreal right now. i love you so much bro, i don’t even
know what to say, think, or feel. i talked to your dad on saturday and he said
he was cleaning your room and waxing your car. your dad said you would ask for
help on saturdays cleaning your room and getting things together. he said it’s
like therapy for him now that you’re no longer here with us. he said you were
telling him to give me your figures. i offered to sell them so he could have
some extra bread in his pockets, but your dad said you were telling him to give
them to me and whatever i do with them after is up to me. i would never sell
any of those figures, they would mean too much to me. he also said he wanted me
to have a piece of you with me.
fuck bro, this next week is going to be a tough one.
i love you forever my g.
-ratha, 11:32pm, 10.3.21