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Father's Day Note
Eleven years out from seeing my dad, hearing his voice, feeling his arms around me, strolling that pier together, I take little notice of Father's Day.
It doesn't hurt like it used to. It's more like a dull ache that lives inside me, far more solid than a mist, that in all likelihood always will. He's not here, I wish he were, and a lot of life has happened without him this past decade. It's as simple and complicated as that.
He may no longer be alive for Father's Day, but Father's Day lives on in me, in all the ways I honor the man he was, imperfections and all; in all the ways I see him reflected in my life, making space for his memory to continue walking with me through the years.
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