I find myself thinking about my dad a lot lately. I’m insanely busy at work these days, and when I’m not at work I’m usually still working–on work stuff from home, on getting my place in order (I still have a room full of boxes), on getting Mom’s place in order, etc. But lately, I find myself thinking about Dad a lot when I’m in the car, or in the shower, or when I unintentionally tune out on conversations for a moment. I miss him.
Death sucks.
by sabrina
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