Opening the fridge, I scanned over the leftovers from the wake. My Auntie Christine hadn’t been kidding about casseroles. I had tuna casserole, potato casserole, and even green bean casserole. I had noodle casserole up the ass. The plus side was I didn’t have to worry about finding something to eat. The negative was that all that casserole was going to my hips. It’d been a week since the funeral. Since my world was turned upside down. It hadn’t gotten any easier. There were nights I cried myself to sleep. Other nights, I stayed up just to look at his things. I wrapped myself in his shirts, inhaling his scent.… Read More
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