The Nightmare of Who My Dad Was
The Nightmare of Who My Dad Was
I had a nightmare last night of who my dad really was, and knowing that I’ll never have time with him again broke my heart this morning.
When I think of the man my dad was I think of an intelligent, gentle, kind, and caring dad. He was so organized, clean, and down to earth. He couldn’t stand a speck of dirt on his white shoes. He spoke with sweetness and curiosity. Because of the disease he…
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