I remembered my dad this past weekend.
Though he's a part of my memories and my conversation, I remembered him this weekend in the way that remembering carries grief. My throat tightened, and I felt the heaviness on my chest. That must be what people mean when they say their heart sunk. I missed him … all that he was, and all that he wasn't.
Then this int…
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