Sunday was Father’s Day. Well, it was for most of us. It was merely a day that I have come not to fear but to hope passes by without incident. I am past the lying in bed crying in bed stage of grief of losing my father, now I am at the ‘keeping my head up’ stage where I try and merely get through the day.
I don’t want to talk about how amazing, funny, a…
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