When you left I felt so alone,
the coldness snipping in my heart.
I was not very nice when I last spoke to you.
My voice was short and full of irritation.
My normal compassion was not present.
No passion in my heart.
My heart was cold and bitter.
Now that icy heart is empty.
When I first found out you had gone, I cried.
The stears staining my face, burning with pain, Now I cannot imagine you not
in m y life, I do not know what I will or can possibly do now. You are like
a second father to me. You are a friend, a father, a son, a brother. You
are so many things to the people of Willowdale/ we all miss you now and
always till the day you return safely back to us. There is NOT willowdale
without you Troy. We all miss you and I will ALWAYS love you. Please come
back to me Troy; Please come home, your real home.
 
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