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  • this day was your birthday.
    we had buried our grandfather with such a force, whirlwind, that the house after the funeral was hollow.
    the basement filled with funeral flowers, torn apart in search of memories - photos and journals discarded in piles.
    we found these wigs from my grandmother's beauty salon and put them on our heads while playing Monopoly to lighten the mood. No one else in the house was talking, but someone ordered a pizza.

    this will always be my favorite picture of you, taken on your birthday, the night that we buried our grandfather.

    we sang happy birthday quietly to you in the other room.
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