My Father passed away at a too early age, for both him and me. For years I was bitter and distant about it. I ran into him as he was singing to me on a cold day in Paris one year. We have since reconciled and I now love him for what he is and for what he is not.

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miiel:
I love this blog... ❤️ 
drwhoo:
good words, thanks for sharing...maybe you should find time to put pen to paper..