The end.
Today would have been Isaiah's official full-term birthday.
It's hard to think you were in this photo too, little man.



Your belongings atop my wooden chest aren't nearly enough, but they'll have to do because they're all I've got.
Just remnants and resounding echoes of things that once were, could have been, and won't come back.



















The majority of the communication between my little sisters and me lie in MySpace messages.
I haven't seen most of those people in months, years.
And it's funny because not too long ago, they comprised my life in its entirety.
They were my life. Life itself.
Personified in every respect.

And now look.

I hug my Cheo, snuggle into Alex's arms, and take the good with the bad - new with the old.
I hold Emilio's hands secure, but not tight, and smile as his little legs kick out in mock-walking.
I pick out new songs, quotes, and writings to replace the ones I wiped off my chalk wall. Change is good.
But all of the signatures remain from everyone who has ever passed through my door, because change isn't THAT good.
I hug Taylor goodbye in our last multimedia class together, but wave over my shoulder like I always have when we walk out the door and part ways. Too much goodbye would kill me.
I say goodbye to everyone at our last lunch together.
I get my ceremony tickets and stuff them into my bag because I'm just not ready yet.

Hair color, phone numbers, life philosophies, preferred vodka - it's all changed.

So many things could have been.
So many things were, and ended.

I miss every bit of those years, and love every one of you.

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