Oh, Willie McBride, it all happened again, and again, and again, and again, and again...

[scharfschuetze]

I want to know what really happened, in your words, through your eyes. If it's everything that all of the evidence suggests to me, words can't convey what I feel inside. I know you tried to come to me for whatever it was, and I was out of reach

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[anonymous]

I remember him. Every single year. I think about him all the time. The bits and pieces that I remember of who he was - and I often think about who he would be today. The sad fact that we statistically probably wouldn't be friends, because none of the rest of us have remained friends.

But yes, I hope he does know - his actions, his words and his thoughts have stayed with us. He will live alongside each of us, for as long as we continue to breathe, continue to fight for the lives and the happiness that we deserve - that he deserved.

[scharfschuetze]

I didn't think anyone from back then still read anything here. I just saw this comment this morning. It especially stands out because I was telling this story to a friend last night.

While those very last memories with him were sorrowful, there were so many more that were incredibly bright- I'm glad to know that there are others out of the old lot who still share in those memories.

[anonymous]

Quite a sad tale to be recounting on your birthnight, but I think that it is a story that runs a familiar thread within all of us - he has had more of an impact on our lives than he could ever have imagined - I know that I savor each day a little more, try to soak up the sun to the fullest, treat people with a little more kindness, and speak my heart and mind a little clearer. I do miss him - I miss all of the things that I wish that he could have seen and experienced, the heartache, the laughter, the misery, the beauty - wish he could have reached a point where we could all look back and savor every second of all of it.