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It's strange the things we hold onto. For a while my sister and I smelled things because they still held my dad's scent. Now I've gone through my deleted voicemails and undeleted the bulk of the ones my dad left me. My mom listened to one and said it felt like my dad was still here.
My sister asked me if I had recorded my dad saying "thank you," and the answer I told her was no. She thought it was cute...and I have to agree it was.
Again it's strange the things we hold onto.
My sister asked me if I had recorded my dad saying "thank you," and the answer I told her was no. She thought it was cute...and I have to agree it was.
Again it's strange the things we hold onto.