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the little boy who drowned yesterday is still with me. i've been having pangs of realization all day, seeing clearly now how thin the line between life and death really is.
i never saw him alive, but i'm sure he was happy and excited about his trip to the beach. it was such a lovely day, i'm sure he was happily running around, playing with his friends in the sand. i'm not sure exactly what happened, but somehow he escaped the radar of his family, and quietly slipped out of this life.
he drowned in the middle of a crowded beach without anyone noticing.
i'm not used to death. i will never get used to death.
he was 5 years old.
i will remember him every time i'm taking my son to the beach.
i never saw him alive, but i'm sure he was happy and excited about his trip to the beach. it was such a lovely day, i'm sure he was happily running around, playing with his friends in the sand. i'm not sure exactly what happened, but somehow he escaped the radar of his family, and quietly slipped out of this life.
he drowned in the middle of a crowded beach without anyone noticing.
i'm not used to death. i will never get used to death.
he was 5 years old.
i will remember him every time i'm taking my son to the beach.