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In my

Radar. A viceroy floats over my head. I

Try to chase it to snap a photo of my kiss from

Heaven. Andy, our youngest was born on October 14, 27 years ago today. The viceroy drifts upward, claiming the heavens and this

Day as his own. Unaware of my grief as I

Am unable to hug my child.

Yet another year without Andy.

Why, in spite of this, do

I claim victory?

Someday I will also see


Everyone I’ve loved and lost will be there. I will give my hugs to many. All because of my