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I miss him. I miss everything about him. The older I get, the less memories I keep. But I remember the nicknames. I remember the carpet burns. I remember the ham sandwiches cut into 4 triangles. I remember that one time he put me in the bin and I laughed all afternoon (although now I’m older I realise that was his illness). I was so young when it happened I was never taught how to deal with it. So now I have these photos, 3 to be exact, And I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know how to cope. I just miss him.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
Ode to Gaz
I miss him. I miss everything about him. The older I get, the less memories I keep. But I remember the nicknames. I remember the carpet burns. I remember the ham sandwiches cut into 4 triangles. I remember that one time he put me in the bin and I laughed all afternoon (although now I’m older I realise that was his illness). I was so young when it happened I was never taught how to deal with it. So now I have these photos, 3 to be exact, And I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know how to cope. I just miss him.
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roplawrence
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
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