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I miss you, Nena.

I miss you more than words can say.

I miss you more than all those sappy love cliches I hear every day.

I miss you.

You made me laugh instead of cry.

You reminded me that I was the only one who could change me.

That getting up and making a difference was the better option in life.


I miss you.

I miss you a lot.

Because instead of standing here in front of your pyre, with the flames dancing in my hand, I know it should’ve been me up there.

You didn’t have to take that for me.

You didn’t have to, but you did.

I’ll miss you. But I will honor your memory by God’s grace.

With all my love, Nena, I hope you’re happy where you are now.

(c) Sara Harricharan

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