September 2011
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We needed you, dad. Momma won’t stop crying. Why did you go? Why did you change?
Why did you leave us?
We’re so alone now that you’re gone. I don’t know what we’ll do.
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Dear Daddy,
I went to your grave today. The weather was nice, but it blew the lilies away. I know they’re your favorite. Now please come back to me.