More than 5-years has passed since losing one of my best and dearest friends. It's supposed to get easier, but it's not. I always cry when I think of him. While he may be at rest, I still don't forgive the universe for taking him at just 54-years old. The only solace is that he is in my heart every day. β€οΈ Henry.
Hmm. Short display name field. I'm Daniel.
It's pronounced "Dace-Vhite-za" if you're wondering.