And It Feels Strange, Almost Sad, To

You Can't Stop The Future You Can't Rewind The Past The Only Way To Learn The Secret ...is To Press Play.

I Take A Slow Sip Of Lukewarm Coffee, Reopen The Book, And Read The Words Scribbled In Red Ink Near The Top: Everyone Needs An Olly-olly-oxen-free.

If I Had A Chance With Him, I Missed It. No, I Didn't Miss It. I Threw It Away.

I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing On Without Me. But I Could Not Picture My Funeral. Not At All. Mostly Because I Couldn’t Imagine Who Would Attend Or What They Would Say.

Because It May Seem Like A Small Role Now, But It Matters. In The End, Everything Matters.