Echoes and Ripples
By Ross Zimmerman
I can still hear my son’s voice if I reflect for a moment. “Daddio”or “Father” was a common greeting. We’re just short of four years since the shootings in which Gabe and five others were killed. I might have another 30 years or so of life. Will I still remember his voice near the end of my life?
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