When Dad Was Sick – Part 14
Before I left, I told Dad it was okay to let go and that he’d been a good dad. I don’t know if he heard me. I like to think he did. It’s been eight years. I know he’s still with me, but I miss him so much.
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When Dad Was Sick – Part Six
I offered to put his ingrown toenail clippings and his ear hair in a scrapbook for him to save for posterity, but he didn’t think that was necessary.
When Dad Was Sick – Part Five
The second time Dad got up today about 2:30 he told Kevin the pain was almost unbearable.
