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December 1, 2008
The phone rings. Itís my manís father, who rarely calls. His voice breaks slightly as he tells me that his brother has died suddenly. I walk out into the sunshine, feeling its warmth on my skin and thinking of how this man, who led such a wonderful life, will never feel the sun again, look with joy upon a blue sky. I listen as the bereaved man talks, but Iím also wondering how to tell the man I love that his uncle is gone. The hours until he comes home drag. I rehearse the words in my mind. Nothing works.