Sixteen years ago today was the last time I heard his voice. I was hurting and angry, I almost decided not to answer his call. But when I did answer, just the sound of his voice melted my heart as it always had, and for just a moment the pain and the heartache was gone.
One of the last things he said to me was "I'm going to make your proud of me." I've often wondered, should I be?
"I am always remembering...
and my greatest fear is that I might not live long enough to forget."
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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