The Worst Day of My Life: Remembering Mark
Damn it, do I miss you, Mark. August 3rd is a day that has gutted me badly, year after year. Mark Anthony Williams Jr., my best friend since we were 14 years old. I still remember the day we met and just clicked. We were inseparable, and everyone knew how close we were. They were haters if they saw me and Mark around. Today, as I write this with a broken heart, it’s been two years since you were viciously taken away from me. You died the same year as my cousin and my uncle. WTF, 2022? You took some good fucking people from me. I wasn’t ready for any of you to go, but I definitely wasn’t prepared for you to be gone. They say death comes in threes; well, shit, that happened to me, and it’s a horrible feeling. I’ve never felt as alone as I do now without you. I miss talking with you, laughing with you, and sharing stories about work. You were such a bright light in my life, and now that light has been blown out by a careless person in a car. The city of Fort Lee failed you, and so did the...