He is my Zephyr, now and forever and will always give me peace. I receive his message not on the phone or inbox but in ways more personal and impossible to breach. I love my Zephyr...my one and only zephyr. When I feel and smell it I know he is there. California, and a sandy desert, and a roller skating rink and so much more. The sound of his voice has changed from before but he is gone no more. He has come back to me.
My Zephyr has delivered me new brothers and sons...men and boys of all shapes and distinctions. They are all a part of him and a part of me and I love them all. They are sweeter than ice cream and cookies and chocolate milk. I adore them. My delivered treasures...my joys...my hopes. Thank you my Zephyr. RIP.
...about my baby brother, John.
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