Some events in my extended family this week have left the world a little sadder.
Resquiat in pacem, Evan.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
-William Shakespeare, King John
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