I'm going about my everyday life, but I still find myself thinking about my dad all the time. Kind of makes it difficult to think of a subject for tonight's blog, so I'll just leave it at that.
Ben, in 1991 my dad died of a massive stroke/heart attack, I was 16, he was 58. To this very day the memories of my dad present themselves to me in various ways. Trust me my friend, the memories that make today difficult for you, will soon be the very same memories you rely upon for your sanity. I wish you and your family well in these times.
Ben, in 1991 my dad died of a massive stroke/heart attack, I was 16, he was 58. To this very day the memories of my dad present themselves to me in various ways. Trust me my friend, the memories that make today difficult for you, will soon be the very same memories you rely upon for your sanity. I wish you and your family well in these times.
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