Saturday, August 31, 2019

One Year

It has been one year to the minute that my Father passed away. It has been a busy year and it has flown by, but not a second has gone by that he is not on my mind. He was stolen from us too soon. Some days I still expect him to call me or be sitting in his chair when I walk into my parent's house. I'd give anything to hear his voice again.

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