• This is Not and Ode, But This is For My Father

    January 8, 2010 ishabelle

    I miss him. Everytime I remember him, never a moment goes that I do not wish it was someone else who died, not him. It could have been my mother’s brother, or his wife. It could have been someone else who deliberately made other people miserable. It did nto have to be him. But he was the lucky one who got chosen. Three years has passed, and I still haven’t completely gotten over that. Maybe I never will. Maybe I…

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