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Monday, December 17, 2007

I Dreamed of My Father.

He died round about this time five years ago. I dreamed I told him everything he missed out on and I hugged him and told him I was sorry. When I got to the part about my beautiful daughter, I burst into tears at the sheer joy I had of being her mother and knew at that moment how he felt about me.

I woke up and he died once more.