I went to a funeral today. This man was fifty years old but in my memory he was still that teenager
who hung out with my son. His coffin was closed so he'll always be young to me. The pall bearers
were Scott and other men that went to school with Robin. One of them had a long gray beard. I
recognized all but one of them. He spoke to me and I think I know who he is, I just can't remember
his name. One of the preachers who spoke at the funeral was one of the boys in school then. I
didn't know he had became a preacher but I was happy to hear that. Those boys were all so young
when we moved to Dongola. Where did all those years go?
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