Ten years ago my dad passed away. I'm....okay, but also not. Because it's been ten years. Enough amount of time the raw overwhelming malaise has quieted, but also a lot of time to have lived with that loss with no end.
And so, life keeps moving. You adapt. The platitudes become rote and poignant. And the first 5 years were so hard. So very, very hard. But year six, I was okay, and the last 5 years I've been able to acknowledge the significance of the date and not let it consume me. And I think that's where I am today. So...
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| Hi Dad! |
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| Thanks for all the listening |
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| I miss you. A lot. Especially today. |
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| And love you, always and forever. |
