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Brian Andrew Wegner

June 24th, 2011.
My best friend, passed away after a three and a half year battle with cancer.
My life changed, I lost my hero, but I gained a new view on life. Brian NEVER complained when he was sick, he always had a smile on his face, and would always crack jokes and make ridiculous noises.
I didn't get to say goodbye, I was getting ready to see him for the last time when I got the phone call. Maybe it was for the best that I didn't seem him that way, but I don't really know. Brian showed me that no matter how tough life gets, you have to keep moving. The world doesn't stop turning because your world does. He was the reason I stopped hurting myself, stopped doubting myself, my life, my happiness. I lost the most incredible friend I could have ever asked for, but knowing that he's not hurting anymore is what gets me through the day.
Brian, thank you for giving me a new outlook on the way I was living my life.
I love you and miss you. Always. <3


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