Wow. I'm with Lurkette. I was 7 when my father died. I would give up a lot of things to meet him as an adult. For him to see me as an adult. To know the kind of daughter his amazing wife raised. I never got any closure... so one day, while painful, would be also very healing.
Fuck... I can *make* money. I can't substitute my father's hug. He died in the hospital, and I was too little to visit him there - I wasn't even there when he died. No one was (he managed to die *while my mom was in the bathroom*.). I think we'd all give up one thing we never had for a better thing we never will.
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My heart knows me better than I know myself, so I'm gonna let it do all the talkin'.
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