11 years ago today, my Dad was killed. They were never able to figure out who did it, or why. The night before he died, we walked the dog together, and it was sunset. A beautiful evening. Everything was so pretty and so peaceful. He was usually a goofy and silly guy, but that evening, he was somber, and thoughtful. Then we went home and had peaches and cream. He gave me the last of it- I wish I had let him have it instead. I really miss him. I promised him, when I was rich and famous, I would buy him a boat. He loved the water and wanted to go sailing around some day. I never was able to do that for him.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 17:05:13 +0000
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