Fifteen Years

It was fifteen years ago today that my father passed on. I  still miss him.

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Only two years for me, and I dreamed about him yesterday. He walked into the room and I put my hands on his back and I could feel him. Then I woke up crying.

The intense memory/or visitation or whatever is great, the waking up, not so much.


Stay safe.

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