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I remember back
when Anthony
died because a large chunk
of me did, too.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and my Mom
told me while I was showering.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how for the first time
I called my Mom a liar and meant it.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how I didn't
believe it until I saw him in the casket.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how I felt
looking at him.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how I lost
it for the first time.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how blurry
things became.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how I couldn't
see for myself.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how I let
God guide me through.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how I'd never
let him out of my heart.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and how I learned
my love and his is eternal.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and he's still here
with me, but not with his body.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and now God's
replaced his human body with a home.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and now I feel
acceptance of it.

I remember back
when Anthony
died and now
it's no longer a denial of death.