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Even after close to three decades, I still have a hard time with this (OK! pseudo-)holiday.
Because I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that my dad isn't around.
Not a day goes by that he isn't in my thoughts.
Because I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that my dad isn't around.
Not a day goes by that he isn't in my thoughts.