Life is an adventure meant to be shared.
Memories flood in and tears gather. My dad was nowhere near perfect, but neither am I. I miss laughing with him. I miss talking things over with him. I miss helping him in the yard. I miss knowing he was there.
Memories flood in and tears gather. My dad was nowhere near perfect, but neither am I. I miss laughing with him. I miss talking things over ...
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