My Dad is a very staid, sensible and respectable man. Not a stuffed shirt, but not one for goofing around either. The very first time they met, my crazy, wonderful, loving the world guy PICKED UP my Dad, spun him around and told him he loved him. Same with my mom. Neither of them were really ok with this, though I giggled my huge butt off! He could truly be a handful, though it seemed so worth it at the time.
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End of an Angel
Non-FictionSometimes people come into our lives and we have no idea who or what they are or the impact they'll have on us until they're gone. Really, really gone.
