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It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning when I heard. I slept late and finally got up around ten. I started breakfast and went downstairs for my paper.

 

When I came back up the apartment was warm and had a friendly smell of sausage and biscuits cooking.

 

While I waited for breakfast to finish, I opened the paper and began my usual scan as the biscuits finished cooking.

 

My basketball teams lost. The economy sucked. Politicians were lying. Just another day until I hit the obituary page.

 

Grief and memories swirled as I tried to wrap my head around a world with out Cheryl.

 

I remembered the girl who loved ice cream and red dresses. I remembered the girl who loved to fish.

 

I remembered my old friend who was just so cool that nothing else mattered. No pressure, no demands.

 

Something precious was lost. Something that had been gone for a long time but death had finally slammed the door on.

 

I burned my biscuits that morning.

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