My father will be forever 33. Sometimes it seems strange to know that we're now the same age. He seemed like such an adult, a "grown-up!" Am I really a grown-up now? It's weird, as I look back in time at my life and remember my family it dawns on me. "We're" the parents, aunts, and uncles now...where did the time go? I lost my father years before he actually died. He was an ass, a cock, a liar and a thief yet I can't help but daydream sometimes about him coming home. It's always the same, I come home from "whereever" and my mom says, "That's him...that's your son Martin" and he looks up at me with a tear in his eye and all is forgiven...I miss him dearly. He'll be forever 33 and for one brief year...we're the same age. Love ya girl....
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