When my dad passed away, I spent a lot of time thinking about vapor and smoke and life drifting away. Now that six weeks have slipped by, I find myself thinking less about life being gone and more about life being inescapable.
If my life were made of thread, then I would surely be unraveling.
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But grandchildren happen and you see your dad in them and decide not to unravel.
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