Today I ate Nutter Butter cookies and thought of my dad. My dad used to like Nutter Butter cookies. Used to. Past tense.
It was just a little over a month ago that he died. We were with him when he went, me and my sister. And mom, of course.
It wasn't an easy thing, to be there. But it wasn't hard either. Necessary. Painful, yes, but necessary.
Recently, I've been trying to remember his voice. The strong voice of my youth. Before he was sick. Before. But I cant. Maybe someday I will.
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Thursday, April 11, 2013
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