At this time last year I was getting ready to go see your face for the last time ever on this Earth. I would touch you one last time and watch them close the casket that said "I'm going home" fittingly and your brothers fighting back their own tears, carry you to the hearse then into the mausoleum as your final words were read. And then we watched over you as they placed you gently into your body into it's tomb.
This is still available only to my brain and shut off to my heart. My heart still cannot accept that that day has taken place. Perhaps because I split in two and one of me is with you. I love you my son and you are and always will be part of me.
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