One phone call, that's all it takes.
My Daddy is gone. Just like that, everything changes forever.
How could something leave such a gaping hole? And, yet it does.
Trauma, on top of grief, on top of sadness.
I hear his voice in my head.
I was proud to be his daughter standing in the line as nearly a thousand people came through with their stories and kind words.
I had just said to somebody recently, "I am my father's daughter."
Yeah, I am.
Jeanne, you have real gift of expression, and I always look forward to reading your blog... may you be blessed with all you need to continue on ...
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