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Wild Bill, tonight I attempted to make your cucumber dish, the one you
always made for the 4th, and remembered you holding the slices up to
the light to show off your chef-knife skills. Look there, see right
through it, you’d say. I’m sorry I got annoyed being your audience,
when you were always mine. I’m sorry for every conversation I backed
out of. I’m sorry for never learning knots or how to make the potato
dish. I’m sorry for not writing down the stories. I’m sorry that
when I see you tomorrow, when I see you get confused by the
conversations that you no longer understand, I will want to leave
early. I think you are the only person who saw me clearly and loved me
clearly and I am heartbroken now because you are leaving me right
before my eyes. –Ree-becca