“Yesterday, six years ago, I was drinking vodka out of a Sprite bottle."
"Just over a month ago, I could see," Kaylee Muthart writes. "Or maybe I should put it this way: I had both my eyes, but they didn't help me notice how dangerous my life had become. Then, on February 6, my world went black."
"Yesterday I went and planned his funeral and picked out his casket. Today I had to go look at him again and I bought a suit to wear to his funeral. These things shouldn't have to be done for a 21 year old.”