I spend my days working and seeing doctors. I spend my nights missing Shannon. I never thought that I would miss going to the hospital to see someone, but at least I could see him. Now, I can only remember what he looked like or how he smelled. Or that cackle of a laugh, like a chicken laying an egg. A rooster laying an egg.
It ended too soon, but we almost had it all.
We did. Just not long enough.
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