Tyler Sellers

Today I woke up. And I cried. I ironed my husband's dress shirts, and carefully chose my own clothes, and I cried. I don't want to wear these clothes. I don't want to see my husband in his suit, or see what clothes our family and friends have chosen to wear themselves this day.  More importantly, I don't want to see the clothes that have been chosen for Tyler today,  or think of Sabore's family needing to choose what they'd like him to wear, what his baby is going to wear.  Because they should be here. Tyler should be skating. Sabore should be holding his child.  They should be with their families.  They should be going to work. They should be  laughing. They should be. But pennies are more important than people, so they are not.  And I am angry.







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