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Be Somebody

In those first dark days after my son died, as I lay in bed crying myself to sleep, praying for a chance to see him just one more time, I realized I was looking at myself. I was literally standing next to my bed, looking at myself laying there, motionless. “Daddy?” His voice was soft and weak, as my son looked up at me. Forgetting everything else, I hugged

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