I look at my family picture from when I was small and there are only two of us left. Death has been generous to me. Mother, father, brothers, sister. Two deaths this year in the span of two months. It's not pity I seek, just an outlet to say what is kept hidden. To those who have lost: celebrate the great memories, cherish those who give you infinite love and support and forgive those who turned away when you needed them. To my family: every day was a gift with you. I continue to be the luckiest KID in the world. To true friends: I cherish you every moment even if I don't say it. To Death: Fuck off... —Bruised But Not Defeated