August 2011
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Every now and then
It hits me out of nowhere, and for a few minutes I can’t help but think about how nice it would be to be able to call up dad and talk about nothing important. Just chat, and I don’t know, go get a drink together. I don’t know what my dad’s drink of choice was, and as I get older, that seems like a pity.
The nuance of spending half your life without someone is that the...