This is also the month that Angela died, 2 years ago so I made an altar. I dug out photos of David, Angela, and Arturo-another friend that died a month before he turned 21. I was 19, 11 years ago. Then last night I had a dream about David. I was offering him drinks and food, things to make him more comfortable and he answered back in song. He was happy, and he sang about being free.
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