This Too, Shall Pass
My dad carried me up the narrow winding staircase to my bedroom. I had left home weighing all of ninety pounds, but with this plaster of paris body cast, I was a real load.
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My dad carried me up the narrow winding staircase to my bedroom. I had left home weighing all of ninety pounds, but with this plaster of paris body cast, I was a real load.
read moreMy dad passed on in 2000, yet not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I am so thankful I had the chance to let him know while he lived, how much he meant to me and more importantly, how proud I was to have had him as my Dad. My father wasn't perfect, but then again neither was I. At times our differences were unnerving, but our similarities were also uncanny.
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