The recycling crew hit the floor, and my grandma still lay in the ICU.

I knelt in front of the chapel altar. I mumbled through a couple Our Fathers, a few Hail Marys, and a few Glory Bes and got to my feet and went back out to my crew. I felt like I had done my duty as a loving and loyal grandson.

CHEESEBURGERS FOR LUNCH BY KASE JOHNSTUN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 77

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