The 12th 13th.

Brens date of death is the 14th of February....tomorrow. 1 year....

But the 13th has always been hard for me.  Very hard. I know this is his actual date of death. I know he drank to much, went down a rabbit trail he shouldn't have. Killed himself in his truck....just a mere 50 feet from asking for help....

Lucky number 13? Unlucky....?? I do know that Jesus met him where he was at....welcomed him home...

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