"Finally, perhaps around midnight, Martha and I were alone in our bedroom. Our son had stopped living and being for less than twenty-four hours. The cold April gray had given way to a clear star-filled sky. We stood together looking out our second story bedroom window at the magnificent heaven and the warm lights of town in the distance. The world, at least the physical world, seemed so at peace. In those houses people were laughing, playing, watching television, and sleeping as if nothing of consequence had happened in the world. Didn't they know that humanity had lost a son, a brother, and a fellow traveler who had great potential and many unfulfilled dreams? Clearly the earth and the people in it intended to go on without our Paul. Holding each other, we finally drifted off to a fitful sleep."
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