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My father loved me. He told me so. In the dark twists of night, where dreams make all thing possible, I see him. He shines with the soft glow of perfection. He hugs me in his strong arms and tells me, death is just another door to life. Not to grieve but to go on..that in me, he lives. How can I be less than my father was? How can I be less to my mother? She loved him with every breath of her being. I will make her proud; Uphold my father's name, with dignity and honor. His blood runs deep in my veins. ..I can do no less. |
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