A man has died, a thousand miles from where my children play, their laughter ringing through the house, their dancing shaking the walls. A man- a husband, a father, a friend- who lived his life in service to others, will not wake up tomorrow. His clothes will hang in a dark closet, until they can be faced by his widow. This death, like his life, will so quickly be forgotten, but tonight I cannot breathe through the sobs.
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