The worst day of my life was when I was 18 and my dad woke me up to tell me my mom had died. The 2nd worst day of my life was the funeral, with all the days in-between becoming an absolute blur. I can't imagine the grief that the Gaudreau's will be feeling having to bury 2 of their boys on the same day, it's complete nightmare fuel. The vindictive part of me almost wants someone to record the whole thing and feed it on a loop to the jail cell of the ####bag that killed them, make him experience the full weight of that trauma over and over again
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