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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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Jul 6, 2021
The Torment of Reading a Dead Boy’s Words
It’s something every bereaved parent eventually faces
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Jun 9, 2021
My Mother Wants to Live But She’s Not Afraid to Die
Goodbyes hurt most when the story isn’t finished
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Jan 19, 2021
Being a Mama’s Boy is the Smartest Thing I Ever Did
And my mother reluctantly agrees
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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 2, 2021
Odd Rituals of Sad People
Finding catharsis and a little humor in grieving
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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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