I regret that I was not around to see your previous posts, due to my being away from home for the Thanksgiving holiday. I lost my father when I was 14 and I still miss him every day after 39 years. But there is a certain kindness Time provides in that the experience of missing him has slowly turned from a painful thing to a means of recalling happy memories. Which is not to say that those occasions which call for the laying of wreaths won't hurt. You will be in my thoughts this Christmas.
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But remember, it's okay to *not* be okay. Grieve as you need to.
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