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More than 1000 days. I don't know when exactly you left us, so I judge by your activity on Steam.
You have been gone for over a thousand days. And I still regret it. I knew you too little to know anything more about you than your name and the reason for your death, but too much to simply forget you.
Even in my scariest fantasy I can't imagine how hard it is for your family, your truly close people. I sincerely hope that the pain of your loss has faded, but the memory of you is like a warm coal - warms their souls.
I hate cancer with all my heart. I mean, it's a horrible disease that has affected so many people, at least three of whom I know personally. I hope you're in a better place. I hope, no matter who you believe in, no matter what concept of life after death you are involved in, you are in the best place you could possibly imagine.