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One Year Down, a Lifetime To Go
One year ago, my phone rang. “Dad” flashed across the screen, and I wondered… would I hear his voice on the other end? It was the same thought I had every time he called, and it had been that way for several years. Usually, I would be greeted with his low voice, saying, “hi Missy.” But this time the voice on the other end was softer, southern, feminine. And immediately, I knew. The call was to let me know that he was finally gone. What he wanted for so long had finally happened… but not in the way he had thought it might. Not in the way any of us…
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Trying Again
Day one or one day? What am I even waiting for? That perfect moment that I know doesn’t exist? For some inexplicable reason, I always feel that everything I want to do needs to have such meaning. Why do I feel like everything has to be weighted in such importance? I highly doubt my miniscule existence even matters in the grand scheme of things. This feeling seems to affect everything I do… or don’t do. My feelings and thoughts betray me. I can’t just post something because I wrote it and want to share. No, I have to post at the perfect day, at the perfect time. Just doing it…