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Aug 2023
Fifty years of missing you are coming up soon.
I am fifteen again and reliving that moment.
No matter what others say they have no clue.
When a parent takes their last breath and is gone forever upon their child.
I hear you calling us fellas and discussing fishing.
Bathroom doors still need to be closed for I flashback to that horrible day on August 23.
This is a wound that is scarred and never heals.
I have learned about members of your family just recently and some knew you but we never knew them til now.
Rest in love and we miss you, Dear Daddy

C@rainbowchaser2023
Written by
Maddy  F/East Coast
(F/East Coast)   
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