Who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars?/ Well I do
My brother and I accompanied our grandmother on her last day in her deathbed, spending what time we could with her. She muttered underneath her words that she'd like 2 cups of jello. My brother came back with 'em, opened it and held out a spoonful for her. In her delirious state, dehydrated past the point of exhaustion, she shook her head, saying 'no, no, no.' She pointed at us and said, "They're for you."


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