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So I am here, and meeting people whom I have never seen, and some of which had not seen him in years. I am the one who had known him for the shortest amount of time. I feel like I have nothing to contribute, nothing he used to say that can be shared as they would like it to be. So I don't think I can say anything, and that on Friday he will go as he had lived, stuck in whom he was five or seven years ago, untouched by my existence. I wish I had not come. I wish I had not even met him, so he could be alive. I wish I were not alive.