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Why?
Well, I don't really think about the things we didn't share in common. There were plenty of small things we enjoyed. We had similar tastes in art. We both loved spicy food. But most of all we chatted with each other, for over 8 years. We talked about a great many things. So yes we may not have much in common, but we enjoyed each others company. In my mind, that is how I would remember him.
-In loving memory, may you finally rest easily from the torments of life