I was wrong in my last post, today, December 9th of 2024 is when Maze Knowles should have been 25 years old.
It's pretty embarrassing that I wrote his wrong age in the last post. But I will chalk it up to me being upset, plus Maze was the one in the family who was good at math. And Maze was really good at math. Like, way better than he should have been. When I was in High School and needed to ask for help with my math homework, I'd ask Maze.
La Toussaint on November 1st came and went. The Trans Day of Remembrance was on November 20th passed by. I wanted to visit his grave but I was never able to get a ride up to central. I haven't had much to say. The people responsible for his death are still free. Nobody seems to remember him but me and our mom.
I can't even imagine Maze at 25 years old. I'd hope he'd play Halo with me. I'd hope he'd go out hiking with me like I always asked him to no matter how much he declined. I'd hope we could meet up and hang out after work like normal adults, like any other set of brothers.
Sometimes I try to remember what that would have looked like. I try to imagine how it would have looked for him to go out hiking with me. I try to imagine going out to the local arcade with him after we both to get out of work. I try to imagine how long he would have kept the white hair before eventually dyeing it some other color. But I can't even possibly imagine him any different from how he looked when he was 16.
