Sometimes, it's just hard to move on, even when life expects you to do so. After all this time, I still haven't fully accepted that you're not here.
I dreamt yesterday that we were sharing a deep conversation, kind of like the ones we had in Humanities all those years ago. In the dream, we met at a coffee shop in Stanley and talked about how our post-college life has been. Minutes turned into hours and the storeowner wanted to kick us out, but I was just so engrossed in the conversation. Oh, what would I give to speak with you again . . .
With your intellect, natural talent, and eagerness to learn, you were leaps and bounds ahead of your age. You could have been anything you wanted to be, and then some.
No matter where life goes, I will always remember Brandon Lin. Shine on, my brother.