Shuffling old man, too brittle to carry your own tray, I walked you to your seats. There to reconcile with son, you died in his arms, while I tried to resuscitate.
Totally the coolest person I knew in 2nd grade. So in love with Prince, a photo in your desk, you showed me often. Totally loved hand clapping, round robin with 4.
The weird softball year, I was too young to play on the team with my friends, so I joined your team. I remember little, only your sweet smile, encouragement and patience.
i am a participant of x365.