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I did not cry then.
I would cry later. I have learned in the last year I have a delay on my crying. The grief catches me in a parking lot 2 days after the conversation every single time.
My father drove down to my condo two Sundays after the letter. He did not call ahead. I saw him on the buzzer screen.
He stood outside my door for 9 minutes. I watched continue reading …
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