My father

I’ve been planning, lazily, to write about my dad.

I think it’s probably best described as a coping mechanism. Or maybe it’s a way to recall and document things so I don’t forget. Then again, it could just be stemming from a need to talk about him when very few people ask me about him these days. That’s not to make others feel bad, but I was never able to talk about him while he was sick. When I was ready, years had passed.

So I’m going to talk about him to no one and everyone at the same time. I’ll tag these #dad. More to come soon.

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