Robert Jackson was 29 years old, from Buffalo, New York, and his death left a space that words can’t easily fill. The details shared are painfully brief, but even in that silence there’s a clear truth: a real person is gone, and the people who knew him are left carrying the weight of an ending they didn’t choose. In a city where neighborhoods are stitched together by familiar streets, corner stores, and generations of families, the loss of one life can ripple outward in ways that don’t s
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