Uncle Ray’s Full Parking Lot: When Love Arrives Only After Death

erase years of absence. Crying over a casket does not make up for the Sunday dinners you skipped because you “just wanted to relax.”

Guilt arrives late. It arrives when it is useless. When there are no blue eyes left looking at you with hope. When the hands that used to change your diapers are cold and still.

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