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Not much going on here...
Jul. 23rd, 2009 05:04 amReally, there is not much going on here.
Last week at my Dad's went well. We made eachother cry, talking about Mom. I found her old jornal hidden amoung her books where she had written how she saw and felt out us children. It was beautiful. Odlly enough I had found the journal back in 2001, when I was still in highschool. I had written and entry in it to my mother. We cried for hours, Dad and I. The hardest thing in the world (currently that is) is to see your Dad bawling his eyes out.
Last week at my Dad's went well. We made eachother cry, talking about Mom. I found her old jornal hidden amoung her books where she had written how she saw and felt out us children. It was beautiful. Odlly enough I had found the journal back in 2001, when I was still in highschool. I had written and entry in it to my mother. We cried for hours, Dad and I. The hardest thing in the world (currently that is) is to see your Dad bawling his eyes out.
