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Numb.


I haven't fully wrapped my brain around the fact that my friend is taken from this life. Sometimes it feels like it honestly can't be real and I will wake up from this bad dream at any given moment. However I know deep down that's not the case.
Coming home for the first time since I left has been rather strange. It feels as if it's been a long time here, and I need to get back to real life in order to begin moving on with my life. Things change in the blink of an eye. In Jorden's funeral the quote was said, "Death motivates us to live"
Which I think is so powerful and so true. I will never take my life for granted, because I never know when my father in heaven is in need of me. I will live each day, and I will let the people I love know that I love them each and every day. Life is far to short to live with regrets, unkindness, and grudges. Move on from those who have hurt you, pray for those who continually use you, and smile to everyone.


Renzo, in this life you were the best guy anyone could ask for. You made everyone happy just by walking into a room. You smiled, you laughed, and you lived your life. I want to model my life more like yours! You made such an impact on everyone in this town, and even people in surrounding areas. This world needs more people like you. I love you, thank you for being a part of my life!
Miss you buddy!
I will see you again!


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