I have to dig deep when attempting to find photos of my father. Eighteen years is a long time to be without the person who was guiding you in life. I never thought I could survive a day without you and here I am, often looking up to ask you a question in search of guidance.
It comes to my heart gently, quietly, a soft flicker of sarcasm as you would say... "life's not fair" and at that time I am sure the unfairness was so trivial, but now I understand.
Throughout all the lessons you taught, and the support you provided, especially after losing Ryan, I remember the laughter we all shared, sweet, sweet laughter. And isn't that the best part of memories?
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