We knew he was going to die. I tried to believe I wouldn't care when he did die. I told myself that he wasn't even worth tears. He hurt me too many times, physically and mentally, for me to care. He died two weeks ago. Only now can I allow myself to even talk about it. I want to tell everyone once and that's it. He was shot selling drugs. Even now I can't find anymore words to type about it. I just want everyone to know. Go hug your family. Apologize to someone. Love them. When they die...no matter what it'll hurt.