Stories
Christmas Morning
A Christmas-morning phone call becomes a quiet ritual of remembrance for family lost during 25 years in prison.
I stood in the prison phone line this Xmas morning with all my buddies who were anxious to call their families. It got my turn, I dialed my childhood number. After a few minutes I got up knowing all my family have passed these 25 yrs. I just wanted a moment to remember.
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