I've been revisiting death a lot over the past couple of weeks.
My son's, my father's, my grandparents'; now Guido Vermeulen's
People say to me, oftener than not, that the wounds get better with time. But it's been years and these things still leave a gaping hole inside of me, not able to seal itself shut and form a scar instead.
And it's not just death either. Sometimes it's someone just stepp…
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