My father died when I was a little girl, November 1st, 1971. I have always hated this day on the calendar and had to do lots of work in my life because of the trauma I suffered when he was killed. After regression and seeking lots of closure, I think I am further to being over the ordeal than I ever was and it has taken years for me to say that. This is the first year that I didnt post his photo and talk about how much that I miss him, although I do. I have made so much progress and I am so grateful for that. Dad, I am not as sad anymore, that you died at 30. Instead, I am now happy that you lived long enough for me to have 7 years with you.... and let me tell you, there is a big difference between the two
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 21:14:09 +0000
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