My father died in 2007. I was in prison for a non violent DWI. I knew when he died. Death and I have been one.
My father liked Turkey Day. People liked my father. Sometimes his very simple pragmatic words of wisdom were good. Other than that, he was a dirty old man.
As time passes it is more difficult for me to visit my mom's place.
Thanksgiving dining would be wonderful along with the dessert
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