I miss my Dad. I miss nearly incomprehensible shopping lists. I miss waffleoids and bacon. I miss playing hand and foot, mahjong and rummy. I miss Doug. His memory lives on, but it will be hard hearing the name he gave me for awhile.
I met him when I was only 12. He gave me the name Purple at 16. He was one of the first to hold my oldest daughter. Now, at 31, I have to let him go, and I don't really want to.
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just damn it
I just told a co worker bout wake and baking him through his sleep rig yesterday...
I only hope someone can contact all of his "kids"...
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I will post info as I get it.
BTW you are a bitch to get hold of!!!!
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Jenn and I were talking about him not 2 weeks ago....
I'll let her know.
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I met him when I was only 12. He gave me the name Purple at 16. He was one of the first to hold my oldest daughter. Now, at 31, I have to let him go, and I don't really want to.
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