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| Aug. 19, 2000 fell on a Saturday. Our son Adam was in an accident early in the morning, coming home from work, on Aug. 20. He died Aug. 22. |
didn't plan to focus on the feelings
of deep grief or loss or missing
him so much. But in the night I saw
the date there on the phone,
searched for a calendar
online to verify that yes, it was today.
A happy day, before the accident,
before machines connected silent
boy to something only vaguely
reminiscent of his life. Before all
that, there was this day. The last one.
But I didn't know it then.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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