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All that I have found in reason, is reason just to not believe ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Looks like I'm not getting better Yesterday was the 11-year anniversary of my father's death. I didn't write about it because I didn't know what to say. I still don't. People always say that everything gets better with time, but I don't think that's true. At least, it's not true for me. Every year that goes by I seem to miss him more and more. I think it's because he died when I was so young that it didn't really affect me, but now that I'm growing up I realize that I will never know my father. I will never know what kind of man he was. I will never know what he would think of my boyfriend. I will never know if he would be proud of me or not. And it makes me sad, and every year it just makes me sadder and sadder to realize that I am missing out on this aspect of life that most people take for granted. How is time supposed to heal that? 5:44 p.m. - 2006-10-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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