My grandmother passed away on the 23rd. I'll miss her, though I had not seen her in years. The last of my grandparents has gone, a generation now fading from mind from this point on. I read a recent article about how nobody will know you in three generations, that all anyone will ever have is letters, films, pictures, recordings, stories... '
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I wish I had some words of wisdom for you, but I don't. Although we sometimes butt heads, my dad and I get along for the most part these days.
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Later on my Dad and I were reintroduced. I suppose I could have resented him for not being there but, strangely, I didn't have that in me. It was curious to me how many things we had in common (down to hand gestures and the like) even though we didn't share much of a history.
No real moral to this story, I suppose. He's my Dad - with all the complexities that the title entails. The things that were important to me as a child are gone - there's nothing left but two adults dealing with each other. I've left the childhood baggage at the station and my load is much lighter because of it. I have no idea what baggage my Dad might carry.
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Also, I know who KW and PH are, but for the life of me, I can't think of who KC would be...
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comander
keith
"and i will form the head"
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comanderkeith"and i will form the head"
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