Today marks five years ago that my best friend was murdered. I miss him so much. I think about him all the time. I was suppose to go out with him the day he died but I cancelled on him, instead we went out that afternoon. It ended up being a strange conversation but we told each other how much we loved each other and told which of our friends to look out for if one of us passed away. I was the only one that got to say good bye to him. There is only 3 things I would do over in life and going out with him that night would be one of them. I wish that he could of met my husband and my little girl, I wish I could just be able to talk to him again. I do miss him. Thanks for listening.