This is the day Mike died 7 years ago. It was technically the 11th, but it was Sunday, the day we moved clocks forward. I was living in Lafayette, but I was actually in Hammond that weekend. On Saturday to Sunday, I babysat Danielle's daughter, who was six at the time. I remember driving to Hammond and sitting at 30 and 41 thinking how close to Mike's house I was. Later I wondered if he was still alive at that moment or if I had heard the ambulance taking his lifeless body to the hospital.
This is hard.
I'll have to finish it later. It's now after 3 am due to the time jump and I have church in the morning.
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