In His Space, With His Things

It’s been nearly 24 years since we said goodbye to my Pop-Pop.

“He really was my hero,” my Nanny sobbed, as we rested next to his place of rest.

23 years later, we laid her next to him.

One year later, I’m still not handling it well, at all.

I guess that’s how it goes.

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