It’s Memorial Day, and I’m still waking up, drinking my coffee with thoughts of my dad, thoughts of both my parents, really. They’ve been gone for 17 years, which seems weird. It seems like forever and not any time at all.
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It’s Memorial Day, and I’m still waking up, drinking my coffee with thoughts of my dad, thoughts of both my parents, really. They’ve been gone for 17 years, which seems weird. It seems like forever and not any time at all.
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