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There is a photograph in my bottom drawer. It's a picture of you and the rest of us after tubing in Colorado. Your face is shining bright with your wonderful smile as the others have those goofy faces on. That photograph brings back so many great times with you that I truly do miss. I remember every little youth group trip we took and every little laugh that came out of me because of you. Everytime I look at this picture I smile, but then a tear starts to form. This photograph in my bottom drawer is all that I have left of you. It's the only picture I was allowed to keep. Your mom and dad have the rest. You were always smiling. Before, when I looked at the picture, I could always smile because it brought back every moment with you. Now when I look at the picture all I can do is simply cry because I know you are no longer with us and every little thing is now just a memory.

Noone is taking it well that you decided to go. There were a million photographs of you and of your brother and others. It was so nice to see your smile again. We handed your mom the photographs of you from when you were so close to us. She said thank you. She was so strong that night as she helped everyone weeping for you, and while she was standing next to you in your coffin.
A photograph is a little thing that brings back memories. What I would rather have is you back. Why you did this, I have no idea. Only you and God do. This photograph of you I have will never be torn, burned, or taken away. I will keep it forever, and keep you in my thoughts everyday. A photograph with so many laughs, but so many tears at the same time. I can't believe all I have left is a photograph of you.

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