My hero passed away on January 2nd six years ago. His name was Matthew Epp. He was 16 when he passed away from cancer. He battled cancer for most of his life and I just knew in my heart of hearts that he was going to beat it. He deserved so much more out of life. But I was wrong. I remember that day like it was yesterday. My mom picked me up from work and as we got closer to home she finally worked up the nerve to tell me that he had passed away. I just glared out the window in silence for the rest of the ride home. When we got home she asked if I wanted to talk and I told her that I just wanted to go downstairs and change out of my work uniform. I managed to change and wash my hands in my ensuite but I didn’t make it past the ensuite door after that. All I really remember is just crumpling on the floor in the doorway. I vaguely remember my mom finding me and lifting me off the floor and guiding me to my bed. My crying was pretty uncontrollable by this point so she guided me out to the couch in our downstairs living room, sat next to me, covered me with a blanket, and let me cry for what felt like hours on end. I cried until I couldn’t anymore but the rage inside me wasn’t going away. Continue reading