Today would have been my parents' 40th wedding anniversary.
We all miss you so much, Dad.
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You never stop missing them ...
ResponderEliminarNo, Chief, you don't.
ResponderEliminarI'm so sorry Mapi, I know there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss my own dad. The pain "doesn't get better with time", you simply get used to the pain. My dad has been gone 5 years this fall, and I still say good morning to his picture every day.
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