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I'd never met him. I'd been around his daughters many times, but we're not super close. I'm close to her friends. I was there for 4 hours. I watched everything. I feel guilty for being upset, b/c if I'm upset what do I think they are going through. What are they feeling right now, are they feeling? Why is this affecting me like this? I just can't quit thinking about those girls. I keep imagining my life without my dad, but that's selfish. I should be thinking and praying for them. I am, but what more can you say to God.
I'd never met him; but I watched those he left behind. I saw their pain.
I'd never met him; but I watched those he left behind. I saw their pain.