Maybe my caveman ancestors invented the wheel or something. I'm not sure.
I feel my dad, I still feel his love, and I still love him. I would do anything to have him back, but half the reason that my life is good, has real, true value, is that he died. I would obviously rather have him alive, but he gave me so much in his death.
I get to go to work and come home with something interesting or enriching or astonishing.
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