And I cry because so much reminds me of my brother's death. He was a brilliant (really high I.Q.) paranoid schizophrenic who died almost ten years ago. He lived a long way from me but we talked almost every day.
I was so afraid when I walked into the church with my stepmom and a couple aunts and uncles that no one would be there. The place was packed.
Can't say anymore right now.
Sad.
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