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Grief is the last act of love we have to offer those we have loved. It has been nearly two months now and not a day goes by that I look outside hoping to see his truck next door.

I never realized the amount of love I had for Country until that dreaded social media post saying he had lost his life to pulmonary problems. That night I do not think I ever slept. Every thirty minutes I looked out my bedroom window to see if his truck was in his driveway.

Those days have turned into months and that driveway remains vacant. 

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