
April 29.... Granny's little daily calendar sits on my desk. "Dustin's birthday" is written in her shaky cursive. I was at the hospital visiting Aunt Bert. You called. I said to tell you Happy Birthday. You said I better keep Granny's calendar forever. I will.
That was the last time we talked and it was through Susan. I can't remember the last time we really talked. Maybe it was parent/teacher conference day. You'd given Harley 50 bucks for his birthday. I said I'd be sure to come by on my birthday. We laughed together with your arm around me.
One month ago today it all ended. I wish we had more time to make memories.
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