It’s been 12 years. 12 years since my dad died in our arms in the back cottage after a horrible demise from early onset dementia. Best dad ever. Every day.
I hope to make you kinda proud. Every day.
I hope to make you kinda proud. Every day.
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And, writing as someone who's vicariously proud of you, I'd bet that you've always made your dad proud.
(I thought that perhaps the original image was in some way deliberately rendered to be vague. It worked, in any event.)
May his memory be a blessing
I am very sorry for your loss. 🌈
Treasure all your memories from before that evil disease invaded your dad's body and your lives! May the beautiful memories comfort you always and may he rest in peace! 💔