Three boys standing together,
Where there should be four.
Three boys laughing together,
It makes my loss feel more.
Three boys growing together,
As so should have you.
These boys will grow old together,
But will never forget you.
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A, as I was listening to all the teenagers in my room last night laughing and bonding (you have to imagine my desi accent with that last word), the last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep was that these were ALL the living relatives Q's age who meant something significant to him. He would have been so happy to be there, and somehow, I think he was. I'm sure he was smiling to see them there missing him terribly, yet closer than ever with each other, and to him, too, really. I thought of Ahad, too, but mixed in the laughter and chatter floating out of the living room in Vermont last night at 2:00 a.m., it was all Q in the wind blowing through my windows.
ReplyDeleteA-The three boys will never forget him...Q will always have a place in their heatrs.
ReplyDeleteYes, I hope so. How they would have loved the cgt this year as they always did.
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