Letters to Daddy
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My father recently passed away unexpectedly mid February shortly after his 49th birthday. I talk about him all day everyday and I need an outlet to express myself so here I am. Feel free to comment, vote on the "story" or even share your own personal stories of your loved ones who have transitioned on beyond this life.
Love and light to you all!
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