He was just sixteen, or should I say all of sixteen. He was old enough to drive a car; old enough to stay at home alone; old enough to handle a gun. His curly light brown locks encircled his face like a warm furry cap. His grin was ear to ear most of the time, but tonight he lay still on the couch. What happened today? Yesterday? What happened? Did we love him enough? Did we love him too much? He loved video games, and football, swimming, his family, his brother Chris, and his dog Bailey. He was a helper. He was a gentleman. He met Ellen DeGeneres on his fourteenth birthday. He celebrated his birthday lunch at the original Bob's Big Boy in Burbank. His choice. He loved it. It was a good day. The winter seems so much colder now, so much colder. He was just sixteen.
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