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July 22, 2008
I’m looking at myself while shaving in the bathroom mirror and it dawns on me that it was a year ago that Ricky drowned on a warm sunny like today while paddle boating with his niece and nephew on a lake in the south of France. At different times everyone hopped into the water for a swim but sadly, Ricky never hopped out again. By the time anyone realised he was missing it was too late. It took three days to find his body.

It’s a fine line between being and non-being, even on a warm, sunny day in France.