Percy, why did you survive?
Percy, you are ever in front of me at work.
Reminding me of my precious son so far away from me.
I can't let you go.
Were you too small to be blown away?
How was Nate too big?
I was all of 12 feet away from him.
My arms are too short.
Too short to have kept him safe.
Too short to have held him to say goodbye.
Much, much too short to touch his hair now in heaven.
But, sadly, long enough to touch his casket.
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