𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑.

//Oc Tonight, hold your people a little tighter. I got the call this afternoon that my uncle passed. The man I called Dad long before my own parents were gone. When they died—first my mother, then my father a few years later—he and my aunt didn’t just open their home; they rebuilt our world inside it. We knew it was coming— but these last few days of waiting by the phone have been its own kind of hell. I kept busy here and at work, trying to ignore the pain. Nothing prepares you for the silence that follows. My chest feels hollowed out, like something vital has been carved straight out of me. There’s no time for pettiness, for holding grudges, for letting pride get in the way of saying what matters. You think there will be more time—another holiday, another birthday—until suddenly there isn’t. Tell them you love them. Do it now. Ou te alofa ia te oe e faavavau, Marcos💙

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