It's impossible to know what to say. Loss seems so empty and final. Yesterday I talked with my dad, and he sounded old for the first time. He's almost 90. Last night I hardly slept as I lay awake wondering what it will be like... My only consolation is that if one hurts then they must have loved. That is something that lives on.
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cowcat Bituminous squeegee,
Thu 17 Oct 2013, 3:19,
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