He was a golden child. You know, the one everyone loves. He was good looking, athletic, charming and smart. And funny too! Mothers wanted their daughters to date him because he was a “nice boy.” Have you ever met anyone like that? You’d love to hate them, but you can’t because they are just so darn personable. People loved to give him gifts. On several occasions, with different girls, he went shopping with the girl and her mother and they ended up buying HIM an outfit. Someone once bought him a brand-new snowboard because he couldn’t afford one and his friend wanted him to snowboard with him. He was a true Golden Child.

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Thoughts on grief, loss, and death.

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