Hard to imagine, but my dad's been gone for 25 years today. My sister writes most eloquently about dad. I don't have anything to add at the moment. Or maybe I just have too much to say, and can't pin it down. Same thing, I guess.
Take care of yourselves.
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I was extraordinarily close to my mom's parents. My grandfather died on election day twelve years ago; my grandmother, four months after that (essentially of a broken heart). I miss them every day and ache that they never knew my kid. Your sister's post and your comment affected me very much. I often wonder why we grieve, if we believe (as I do) that God gathers people into paradise when they die. I guess we grieve for all the possibilities lost, and for ourselves....
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