My Dad
My heart skips a beat when I think that I am, right now, the same age my father was when he passed away all those years ago. They bring back a flood of memories of a time gone by, and a man who I cherished.
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My heart skips a beat when I think that I am, right now, the same age my father was when he passed away all those years ago. They bring back a flood of memories of a time gone by, and a man who I cherished.
