Two Years.
Two years. Two full years since Joe died. It still sounds like some fucking bullshit. He shows up in my dreams every so often. I see him, and I know he’s not supposed to be there, but everyone else acts like it’s completely normal. I spend the entire time stressed out because even if he is supposed to be there at that moment, I know it won’t be long before he’s gone again. I wake… Keep reading…Two Years.