To my nearly departed son...
I just wanted to let you know how much I love it when you crawl into bed with me in the morning and start mewling about how you don't feel good.
I love it when you refuse to take your medication every day.
I love it when you lie to me about brushing your teeth.
I love it when you sit at the kitchen counter refusing my gentle suggestions to get your butt in gear before time runs out and then turn into a whirling ball of fury because you only have nanoseconds left to get your shoes on, teeth brushed and book bag together before the bus arrives.
If I could hate you more I would.
Now, go back and read that again replacing Love with Hate and Hate with Love.
For now, my son, you will remain only nearly departed. For now...
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