The Domiciles Project



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It was a bright and sunny September day. I was watching the news and eating dinner when it happened. When I saw him. My son, my solider was dead. At first I couldn’t believe it. I thought I was dreaming. But I wasn’t dreaming, I was wide awake. The world suddenly seemed dark and lifeless and the only emotion I could feel was grief. How could the world be so sunny and bright? As I sat there I tried to remember all the little details about him as they slowly faded away. I stared across the room at the wall which holds all of his metals and awards. He was a great runner, always got awards in track. Why couldn’t he out run the bullets? I considered calling the realitives and telling them but I couldn’t face anybody right now. He was the last thing I had after his mother passed. All of a suden I thought I felt his presence. I could smell him, feel him and for a second I thought I could see him. I could remember him for the last time.

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