... that as of today it has been a year. The seasons still change. The sun still rises and sets. The moon still follows it cycle and lights the night sky. And he's been gone a year. Some days its not hard at all. Some days, a simple thing brings a memory and I laugh or cry or both. In that year, the family has gone on and supported each other through it all. But no matter what, you're missed.
I love you, Dad.

I love you, Dad.

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Date: 2008-04-22 10:12 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2008-04-22 11:02 pm (UTC)From:thinking of you
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Date: 2008-04-23 03:32 am (UTC)From:thanks
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Date: 2008-04-22 11:14 pm (UTC)From:It sounds as though you have lovely memories to cherish.
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Date: 2008-04-23 02:28 am (UTC)From:Can't believe it's been a year.
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Date: 2008-04-23 03:28 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-04-23 03:40 am (UTC)From:Was looking for pictures of something else the other day and came across a couple of my dad and Phebe, one with him holding her as a baby, and one him having a teaparty with her when she was five (a few months before he died). Your quote above hits the nail right on the proverbial head.
*HUGS*
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Date: 2008-04-23 03:40 am (UTC)From: