August 8, 2011

In A Place Where We Only Say Goodbye It Stung Like A Violent Wind That Our Memories Depend On A Faulty Camera In Our Minds

 Day 133.
Not a day goes by that I don't wish we had had more time together. 
I just want to make you proud and be the best person I can be. Thank you for your guidance, love, patience, and unbelievable support. I miss you, daddy. 

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