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My dad died in Oct of 2003 after 10 months of ups and downs. I think about him every day. He was only 55 and never got a chance to meet his first grandchild who was born 5 months later. It makes me very angry that he was taken so young, he never got to meet my son (and that my son will never know his grandfather), and that we will never speak again.
I haven't found anything which makes the pain go away. I sometimes stand and stare at my wedding picture on the wall of my wife and I together with our parents. I've accepted the fact that we will never meet again but the pain never leaves.....and I don't think I want it to. The pain I feel is also a reminder of how much my dad meant to me and it makes me feel a little better knowing that I miss him that much and always will.
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A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day. Calvin
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