Yeah, strange way to look at things, but the calender lines up so...
6 years ago today I took the (then not even 1 year old) Gwen down the street to DQ for some Monday ice cream (just barely a taste for her) when my mother called.
And told me that my dad was in the hospital. And it might be a good idea to come up.
I went up, then spent the rest of the week...well let's say if you think I could be bad now-I was horrible then.
This Friday will mark the 6th year of his passing. I'm going to cry now. Or get ice cream. Whichever.
Tomorrow-I promise something a little more upbeat, OK.
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