Wednesday, March 2, 2016
1/2 a decade later
I cried today. The realization that I could still cry five years later stirred me, not because I miss him,
but that his last days could still hold such a tender spot in my heart.
I spoke on the phone to his sisters in Virginia, and we remembered
together; one is 95, the other 85.
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