Here's to seeing you. Here's to seeing you in heaven. Here's to seeing you when I wake up and brush my teeth. Here's to seeing you when I drive to work. Here's to seeing you when I listen to death cab, postal service,weakerthans, nada surf, anything and everthing. Here's to seeing you when I look over at the barista bar at 5 o'clock in the morning. Here's to seeing you in the backroom where you counted out your till, hung up your till tags, smiled and ate your burritos or fast-food, talked to me. Here's to seeing you at the apt, at the party, at the concert, driving down the road in your new car, dammit! Here's to seeing you when we are alone when we miss you, when we are together when we miss you. Here's to seeing your smile when we miss you in our daily lives in our present and future. At graduation parties, weddings, house warming parties, halloween, and work. Here's to seeing you when we feel a huge part of "us" missing, a hole in myself. Here's to seeing you when realizing what a big part of us you were. Here's to seeing you when I realize the missing you has been replaced with a different you. A you that I see out of the corner of my eye, when I am driving past apt 9, when I making a latte, when I drive down the coast and look at the beautiful sunset. I carry you with me always. I get to show you the apt, the stupid latte, beautiful sunset, the look of relief on Melanie's face when she passed her last class, Maryanne drinking your hop-skip-and-go-naked and talking with her hands, Phill and Melanie's new house, Mandy and Dan moving in with Dan, Dan and Conor leaving for tour, Cleary's girlfriend, Lindsey's cards, the list continues. I keep you with me, where I can protect you and talk to you and hold onto you. So tight. With all of my might. Here's to seeing you again, but here is to seeing you everyday. I love you Cory. I love your beautiful smile and how much fun you were and how funny you were. I love what an amazing friend you were to me and everyone you knew. I love your passion for music, movies, sports, halloween and stuff.

Cory the soccer worl cup is almost here! I miss you, I think of you every day

I missed you at work so much today. I miss you there, I miss you while I drive home to our street. I miss you when we all hang out. I miss you when I drink out of your beer glass. I find comfort in knowing that you are being taking care of. It's hard to not be able to be around you or make you tea when you are not feeling well. I don't get to enjoy your company. But all the things I want for you, I hope you have found them in heaven. You were so much bigger than you'll ever know.

Cory i miss you, I need some one to talk about soccer every day

hey cory. so a year ago we said our goodbyes. i didnt know it would be forever. i cant believe its been a year. wish i could have that night back and give you a huge hug. youre in my thoughts today. youre in my thoughts often. so are you still heading to europe for the world cup? ill be looking out for you...

Hey Cory...just thinking about you a lot today and wanted to say hi! I miss you terribly and someday will see you again! Go show 'em how it's done up there in heaven #13!!! GOOOOAAAALLLL!!! Miss you!

I come here every day, but I just can't find the words yet... I keep thinking of the night you drove down to take me out to dinner shortly after I graduated because you were concerned about me and how you'd said learning to accept loss was one of the hardests task I'd face in lie. You promised me acceptance would ease my pain in time. You told me a refusal to accept only condemned me to mourning and that if I ever wanted to feel liberated from grief, I had to embrace it, accept it, cherish it, and move forward... "Not on," you clarified. "You're not supposed to move on, but you are meant to move forward." I'm trying to remember this now. I miss you and I love you with all that I am...

Cory, Ive been thinking about you all day and I just wanted to say hi and that I miss you and love you so much!

I have come here everyday. Three, four, five, six times a day. I can never get it out. But today all I can think is 3 months. So many emotions swim around that little number 3. It's all I can think of. I still haven't written anything real. I just can't get the truths out yet. I love you.

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