it took me 24 years to experience my first funeral. it was difficult for me to fathom during the long dreary car drive, but i resorted to doodling and i found comfort. my parents were reminded of how i was always so silent during long car trips long ago when i was too small to see via the rear view mirror. they told me that theyd often wonder if i was still in the car, but they were assured that i was in the backseat when every so often theyd hear the noise of a pencil being dragged across a sheet of paper.
[12.28.09/interstate 5]
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