There wasn’t a dry eye in the place. I couldn't stopped crying, and hadn’t sobbed so intensely or so uncontrollably since my mom passed away.
His little body was buried in the backyard of a dear friend’s home. The place was packed with mourners, and the eulogy was lovely. There were flowers everywhere, along with the little plant I myself had taken.
We all took a dish of food and some refreshments. I took some Chili con Queso.
Rest in peace Eightball!
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