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my name is emma sicalowski. i am currently living in baltimore and learning to be a teacher. i dive into things head first. i am constantly creating things. i like giraffes and the color blue and spongebob and lowercase letters and the clouds. i'm twenty one years old but i feel like i'm five sometimes. some things in my life are always changing.


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26 January 12

Letting go

of Nick has been consuming me recently. How do you say goodbye to an old friend who lost his life at only 21? How do you even begin to move on from that sadness? I am filled with grief for his family and friends and the fact that he’s actually gone. He’s actually gone. I can’t get over that. It truly does feel like this horrible nightmare and I’ll wake up tomorrow morning to see another picture of Nick on facebook or to challenge him in Words With Friends. I don’t think I will ever delete his number from my phone or stop being his facebook friend. It’s like I think that he can somehow check his messages from the beyond. I guess it’s just comforting to think that he might.

I just miss him. But I know that he’s not really dead. He lives on in all of us. Someone as amazing and filled with love can never really die…

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh