"I keep forgetting to put the seat down." My husband jokes. I look at him with a grin. . . He's always trying to cheer me up. I look up from my tissue at the casket that holds my nephew. My sister is speaking. . . . She goes on to say,
"In the last few days of his life, it was like he wasn't even there. Someone I didn't know was in his place. When will we own ourselves completely?"
I feel a tear stream down my cheek. I don't know if we ever will. . . she's right, and tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.
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