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| Lost my dad 30 days ago tomorrow. Its amazing how something small like the clank of a pair of pliers or the sight of a coke in the fridge or an old pair of gloves in his pickup can stir emotions that you didn't know you had. He had a good run for 84 years, but his lungs just wouldn't work any more. Not sure if it was too much dust or if he just wore them out. Darn fun guy to be around. I'm sure he will still be missed after thirty years too. It sure sucks at times now. | |
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