In Memorium

    Everything.  That’s what I remember most about you, Dad.  Every.  Little.  Thing. The sound your cowboy boots made as you walked across the floor.  Strong, steady, purposeful footsteps.  You were not a man who treaded lightly. The smell of your leather jacket, and the Vitalis you used to slick back your hair.  You always kept […]

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