Michael was waiting for me when I came in to school. His normally bright and happy face looked sad. “You know that thing you are going through … with your g-g-grandpa?” he stammered emotionally. “Well, I am sort of going through the same thing.”

Michael knew that our class had been interrupted the day before for me to take a phone call—the one in which I would say goodbye to my grandfather. We went into the other room so he would not cry in front of his friends. The freshman boy ego is a delicate thing. He told me his great grandmother was dying in the hospital.

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