Twenty Eleven

I listened to a lot of worship music.

I prayed and asked God why.

I thought I was “coping.”

One tough summer.

Cancer.

 

Cat, bird, hamster.

Aunt Tina.

Val.

 

Accident.

Mom.

You didn’t mean to leave.

people always leave

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