Don't be too long. Mom's gonna be pissed.

Love you.

Love you, girls.

Today we mark a moment we will never understand,

that life stops.

A son, a brother,

a friend was taken from us.

I've tried to take comfort in the fact

that we are now the stewards of his story...

...of his joy,

of his life.

We must hold on to that and to each other.

Oh, my God. Chloe, we're so sorry. He meant so much to us.

No. Not right now. No.

What other way is there to heal the pain than to think of him and cry,

and laugh, and be together?

Mint?

I'm gonna chug it.

Oh! My eyes.

Oh shit. You guys, we're late for yoga.