Accessing the profile of a dead person on Facebook was very weird; especially that he was a friend. The first thing I saw was his profile picture that was taken last summer by the beach. With a sad smile, I preceived this photo, pressing on it for full size. I passed through all his profile photos and albums one by one, viewing his friends comments including mine and reading his replies. I read his few short notes, his status history, and his last birthday congratulations. I went through all his groups he used to join and barely contribute, I remembered all his interests, his way of dealing with things, his laugh and his tears; but the figure that kept always in my eyes was him smiling.
His life was too short. I never had a thought that I will witness his funeral or see his name on a grave that soon.I miss you my friend.
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