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
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 3:35 AM UTC
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
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