Dad,Me , Mom, and Uncle John Dean circa 1991
It is unfathomable that my dad past 13 years ago this May 7th. The A.D. stands for After Dad! Up until May 7th, of 1997, I never spent more than two weeks apart from dad. I have written much about him over the years, and I have come to realize I write these stories for an audience of one: me. There ain’t a single day, or hour that passes that I don’t think about him.
I realize that on May 7th, 1997 that I lost more than Dad, I lost the ability to create new memories, and stories with him. At some point, I just might run out of material. Thing is, like with the James Bond movies, I can watch them over and over and enjoy them just as much as the first time I ever viewed them. Same with the memories.
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