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I remember when it happened. I remember being a bit taken aback. I remember laughing a little from shock before breaking down onto the floor. I remember my childhood friend had slept over that night despite us being grown up. I remember my mothers face when she told me. I remember my brother sitting right next to her holding her hand while moving his thumb back and forth. I remember that it was a Saturday morning. I remember despite the tears falling from my eyes, thinking about how awkward my friend will feel when I tell her. I remember going back into bed and thinking we knew this was coming so why is it so hard now that it's here. I remember waking up the next day and not remembering what happened right away. I remember getting out of bed and calling people I've never spoken to, to invite them. I remember my mothers panic attack when we got to the cemetery. I remember my father helping here back up and calming her down. I remember sweating in the heat while the rabbi spoke. I remember not really hearing a word he was saying. I remember at the end of the funeral my grandmother screaming that he was her soulmate. 


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  1. The last line is so strong and bitter sweet. I also love the fact you had your freind over as it adds akwardness to the situation and shot story. I have never read this form of poetry and you have endeared it to me. I love your courage to admitt you giggled a bit. I feel like I would react the same in some parallel world.

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  2. Hi Ellie, I thought I had already commented on this one, but I must have not hit submit. Hmm. I tell you what. Let's discuss this one in workshop. It's one of your best poems, and there is a lot to discuss. I think it will make an excellent addition to our discussion.

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