543 Day Writing Journey

Gronk Gronk. Day 517.

Because he was a mixed-breed, I thought we would have more time with him.

Over eleven years earlier, Hurricane Irene threatened to hit us pretty hard. It was August 2011. I was with the fire department at the time, waiting for a call about a downed tree or a hole in someone’s roof. The storm began to calm so I took a nap.

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