I had a really bad dream last night.
Uncle Bacon was being sent to Iraq. I talked to him the day before he left and he said he was going to die tomorrow. Then I went to my grandparents for Easter Sunday and we went to church in nice outfits. I asked why we were going and they said for Chris's funeral. I put 2 and 2 together when I saw his face. He blew his face apart with a shotgun. Horrible, horrible dream. I had to tell everyone on here too because no one knew.
Sorry Chris. I heart you and I guess I dont want to lose you and no one else here does either.