Goodbyes and Hellos

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2001

This was my second funeral in a year.

The first had been Kelsey's.

She had gotten sick and never gotten better, the doctors said it was pneumonia.

Mom was worse after that. Mike got busted and was sent to the pen for five years. With him gone there was no one to control her use.

She OD on my birthday. I turned 9.

I was sitting in a police station with my social worker, we were waiting on my father. It was strange to know I had a dad. Only a few of my friends even knew who theirs were and now mine was coming to pick me up.

A tall man with a beard walked in. My social worker left us alone.

"To talk." She said.

The guy looked like he felt as awkward as I did.

"So, um, I guess you're Kaitlin." He said gruffly.

He offered me a hand.

"Name's John Winchester."

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