Yesterday was the 11th anniversary of the death of one of my childhood best friends Neil Santoriello. He died on 13 August 2004 in Khallidiyah, Iraq. I used to commemorate this every year in some form or fashion. There were some years that I admittedly forgot all about it until the date had passed; I had got consumed in my own life and everything that was going on with me at the time.
The 10th anniversary I didn’t forget. And yesterday I also didn’t forget. And after a long day at work and doing other various chores I wanted to sit down and write here on the blog about Neil – some soliloquy I’d come up with while pacing in my apartment and then sit down and hammer out on the keyboard.
But I didn’t.
I knew that I wanted to do this, and I had thought all day at…
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