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my father
I might need a tissue for this one. My first taste to know someone's gone. Forever wish he could see me doing what I loved. Really not the same to feel he's watching from above. Carrying that casket my fathers life was done. The first walk to his grave feeling oh so wrong. And as the tears would fall I was screaming towards the sun. Giving me back my father this isn't where he belongs. A jr that still needs him, needed by his son. But not just me that needs him too many still needing his love.
