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Feb 2019
We curtseyed away and disinfected the air with our apologies

My Dad seethed;
opportunities lost of relieving the torment

It took hours
But we patched him back together
The only way we knew how..

With caution, and warmth shielding him.. bringing him home
I know I miss my Dad when I wish we could relive supporting him through his trauma. Love and miss you every day, I never say it, it's been 9 years in April and I'm still numb
margotskidder
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margotskidder  32/F/Manchester
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