The time my former manager at my very first job told me I was like a little sister to him. He helped me plan some date that never happened with some girl who turned out to be crazy, but mostly he didn't freak out when I came out to him as gay. We talked on the phone a couple of times in the middle of long summer days, usually about nothing, but one time he had all these questions for me about how to enroll in community college and place into the right classes. I found out via facebook that he died this summer. I hadn't seen him in years; we'd both moved to different jobs and I spent most of my time in rochester by that point, but it still made me really sad.
The message I got from my friend welcoming me back to Rochester after the thanksgiving break from hell.
The way my cousins, my sister and I used to play spies in my grandparents' house
The time I sat in the Sue B second floor lounge my senior year and a new friend told me he had my back. He said he'd work to earn my trust.
Walking with my grandmother on the shore at sanibel island
Making that dumb speech about public speaking at the top ten percent dinner before graduating from high school. (random, yes.)
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