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Twenty Eight Years
28 is the number of years I lived. 2020 is the year I died. Memoirs of events and people I left behind. Thank God my mother is a writer, she knew my story from the inside out.
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Mar 6, 2022
Death is Like Last Year’s Big Concert
The one where you bought the t-shirt and now it’s stuffed in the…
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Oct 17, 2021
Your Kids Will Remember Your Magic Carpet Rides More Than Your Mistakes
A valuable lesson learned from…
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Jul 6, 2021
The Torment of Reading a Dead Boy’s Words
It’s something every bereaved parent eventually faces
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May 6, 2021
Grief is a Thousand Pounds of Abstract
Yet, it’s a real as it comes
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Feb 1, 2021
Why My Mother Never Talks About How I Died
The stigma is almost too much for her to bear
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Jan 10, 2021
Never Stop Standing Up for Your Kids
Even when they make it difficult to do so
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Jan 6, 2021
Words Can’t Describe How Funny I Was After I Died
No really, actual words cannot describe it
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Jan 1, 2021
My Mother Was Afraid to Leave 2020 Behind
Because that’s where I last was
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