For Caleb

November 23, 2017


On the anniversary of your death I am a weak soldier. I complete normal things, but with a difference. Your mother is who I think of most on that day- then your brother. They love you.

On the anniversary of your death I remember how time stacks against us. As time grows on, we
get further away from each other.

On the anniversary of your death, I take that day for myself to remember. It is your day, marked
off among the rest. I have learned this: some losses time never heals, and the pang of love
everlasting is a loyal and stubborn soldier.

On the anniversary of your death this year, we manage feelings on a Holiday. Although another
year is passing: you still exist. You exist to us, and you will always continue to exist as we are
alive.

- L

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