Sometimes I forget he's gone. I'll be doing something, like I was thinking about a section at the end of my bar, a cabinet right at the end, would be perfect to store a few more things in the kitchen. I thought to myself, I'll have to tell Dad, he can build that for me.
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I can relate. When my grandmother passed, I caught myself all of the time trying to call her to ask her stuff that I knew she would know the answer to.
It is hard sometimes. I never realized how much stuff I'd call to ask him still, until now when I can't.
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