For someone I wasn't super close with, I think of him pretty often. Not because of how he died, but because we were the same age and pretty similar in regards to how we view life and family. My regret is I did not get to know him better.
When I think of him I loved the conversations we had. They were never about people or anything negative. They were always ideas. Ideas on how to make the world better. How to improve yourself. Different ways of thinking. Each talk was an adventure. I miss that. Few people can take "mind adventures" in a conversation. I do miss my friend.
Alba, Daniel and Camilla we love you.
The Rossi's
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