My parents decide to hold duplicate funerals for the grandparents that I never had or barely knew in her few comprehending moments.
I am late.
Is it the same amphitheatre it always has been? Perhaps smaller... I miss my grandfather as I always missed him, and I only catch the end of my grandmother's as I did in life.
Driving away in three minivans ago with Kitten, the inevitable and ubiquitous flat tire haunts.
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