((( pinksoil )))
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.... and I need to hear his voice, talking back to me.
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I don't know how soon, but I talked to my Dad all the time. Shared the baseball season with him, recounted memories with him. Many times I think I shared things that I knew exactly what his reaction would be and so that made me feel connected to him again in my heart.
I also remember how DARE the world go on as usual. How DARE the sun come up, flowers bloom. How dare there be beauty still when he was gone...but he would have been the first one to appreciate the beauty, so maybe each day is a tribute to the ones we lose and miss so painfully.
Thinking of you with gentle comforting care.