Driving to school this morning, I saw a long funeral procession. Men in dark blue uniforms perched on motorcycles with blinking red and blue lights escorted the long line of cars, everyone dressed in their proper dark attire. Of course, my mind immediately shot to the last funeral I went to, my father's, in late July. I knew I had to sit and
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it usually takes a year before life really starts to make sense again... just from the research i did/lived....
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Who knows.
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oh and you live so close.
how nice.
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-keith
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