Looks like bad weather today in my hometown, not unlike a November 24 from 17 years ago. Today's a little bit of a rough day. Not that every day since that day hasn't been in its own little way, but when those numbers all come together, a "1," a "1," a "2," a "4," for some reason, it's just a little bit rougher.
I miss my father. Yeah, I know, he's still here. But the brutal truth is, he's not. And I think that sucks.
It's OK for me to think that. And I'll be fine, in a while, for a while.
I just needed a few minutes alone with November 24 to tell it what I really think of it.
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