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after math of dads passing away
i cry cry cry.my mom wipes them down but deep down she dies.everytime she walks into a store.she has a memory with you standing next to the door.now shes all alone.no one too call her on her cellular phone.she goes to work thinking about you.the dreams of you two staying together but never becoming true.she goes to bed all be her self.removing the things that reminds her the most from the shelf.i try to comfort her by keeping her busy.but eventually her mind wonders off and she gets all runny nosed and sneezy.her eyes get watery and red.when she thinks about you being dead.shes got her three sons and her lovely daughter.we all help by bringing her cold water.now we are her only support to move on in life.so its our turn to do right.let the light fall on us when its darker than night.
