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  1. Every Fathers Day (and Mothers Day too), I think–you know, there are some people for whom these two days don’t necessarily make for warm fuzzies.
    When my mother DIED on Mothers Day, I thought–oh no, this day will never be the same. No more blithe celebrating.
    Hope all is well with you, my dear.

  2. Sometimes it’s tough. Take your time, and forget it if you want.

    My biggest fear is not of my own death, but of the death of my parents. I know it’s coming someday, but I just try never to think about it.

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