What I loved about dad, is he knew how different we were, and he loved me for those differences. He encouraged them. Demanded them.
Today, on the day we note the 10th year since his suffering ended, I have faith that he, along with all the dearly departed, are somehow aware of us, and our lives, and how much they want for us all to be happy.
God bless and keep you daddy, in the bosom of her heart.
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