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Wednesday, May 15th, 2002 12:05 pmI could be wrong, but I think May 15 is the day my father officially died. Not that he hadn't had the sense to leave his body a few days earlier, but his heart was stubborn and kept beating beyond the point it had any reason for its work.
After each of my parents died, there were plenty of people around I could spill out my grief to, people willing to listen when I needed an ear and people willing to be quiet when I needed silence. But even when someone says they'll listen to anything, there are things you're not supposed to say.
( Things I'm not supposed to say. )
After each of my parents died, there were plenty of people around I could spill out my grief to, people willing to listen when I needed an ear and people willing to be quiet when I needed silence. But even when someone says they'll listen to anything, there are things you're not supposed to say.
( Things I'm not supposed to say. )
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