Sparky

There is a winter song that came to be associated with him in my mind and now every time I hear the haunting melody, a sad ache of old grief comes over me.

I remember holding him as he fought for his final breaths. I held him and through my tears told him he was loved. But I couldn't hold him tightly enough to keep him from death.

It's been six years and it still hurts like hell...

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