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I met a little boy the other day. He shook my hand with a good firm grip, while looking me right in the eye. He seemed to have a confidence born of recent experience. Just seven years old, his name is Aidan.
Aidan stood out in the crowd, because he was so small—and because of the seeming unfairness that he’d even have to be where he was when I met him.
A funeral home.
He’ll surely remember the whirlwind of recent events in his life for all of his days on earth. The image of his mother weeping—grandmother,...
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