Beautiful writing here! Getting older is tricky. We lose these parts of ourselves but find new ones along the way. I think of my Dad often too. Sometimes these memories are sparked by unsuspecting triggers like shining shoes or picking up a guitar and playing a tune he taught me before I realize it. The more time goes by the more I understand I'll never know another person quite like him but I relish the memories. Thanks for sharing.
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