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Hard to believe, but some distant corners of the internet still have not heard that my father died. On Tuesday July 6th 2010, he blew himself away after a three hour standoff with a SWAT team. Those of us dad left behind are grateful he didn’t take anyone with him. However, I may laugh
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I am still sorry.
Sorry you had to deal with ALL of it.
fuck 'em.
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Including your father.
I guess sometimes the best thing we can say is that we didn't come through unaffected but we came through clean.
You did, you know? It's clear in reading this that you're as distant as the desert you describe here from all of it, and that's a good thing.
Loves.
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Thank you for giving me so much credit. :)
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*hugs*
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My wife got to be the savior/truth teller/pariah in her family. It's a lousy job, but I'm told it makes packing up and moving cross-country a lot easier.
And... Does it HAVE to be the sparkly, Mormon vampires?
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But yeah, exile for leaving home makes for a sweeter 'ever after'.
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My wife rarely regrets moving out here-and then only because it's a foggy summer (like this one) or a warm winter.
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