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The loss of your father, no matter how old you are, changes your life forever. Your dad is your protector who keeps you safe and secure. You never really get over the loss. You learn to live with the loss, and he is never far from your thoughts. There is an indescribable amount of grief after losing a father. Losing a father often means losing a protector, a guiding hand, a best friend, and a superhero. But focusing on all the incredible memories you shared and the amazing man he was can help bring light into your darker days.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
I Miss My Dad
Imprinted on my mind To think of you a thousand times Before the minute was over Hollow as the sounds echo Nothing to hang onto , I must let go New hour has begun But silence fell over the voiceless voice That feeling of thinking I had a choice. The dark day has arrived . Million words , a million ways, to say I love you, and not a letter missing out of eight. It's been a week Eternity line snapped, hopeless string. And I believed in every Viber of my being. How many months has it been. Rewind and please stop , I'm dieing In your world , I'm not even trying But my minutes are years . However long this eternity takes it to be I'll always wish someday you'll know me Even after 6 years of "nothing"...
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC
Bruise
(Land that doth marry mother lode of sublime earthen land and sea). Age of exploration ushered cruel fate against “red” men living in bliss by agents patch of eden north o Mason Dixon line latitude: 39.64839 longitude: -75.95591 alee perchance designed by divine providence with dyslexic humorous bents Cecil county Maryland lies like plump backward letter “e” witnessed topographic erosion pocked imprimatur marked meteorological dents thru inundation of oceanographic propensities melding coastline like Galilee in particular by Chesapeake Bay, that body of water abutting like natural fence first witnessed by captain John Smith in 1608 mistaking himself tong tied in sole of Italy learned faux pas, when crossing paths with Susquehannas hence, offered tobacco sticks to natives while recovering from injured wounded knee said other sundry tribes curiously eyed then (I utilized poetic license) took smoke from packet of Kents which twist on actual historical facts manipulated by me but more truthful account awash and replete with more than interspersed nonsense and incorporates tract situated in so called Fertile Crescent – see settled by Europeans of English stock, who emigrated with nary a pence “taming” shrew like “noble savages” plied Leviathan sized ukuleles whose might exploited for felling forests, which timber built cabins with vents.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Cecil County Maryland