Goodbye...

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While at a Christmas concert, I had a moment. 

During away in a manner, I closed my eyes, and began speaking to my father. Though a blue flame, I felt I could see his face... his perfect face, in heaven

Goodbye, dad. I will miss you

I miss you too. We will meet again

You understand why I need to do this?

I do not understand now, but I will later

I love you, you know. I really do

I have not loved you very well

You did what you could

Goodbye, dad


We shall meet again. I’m proud of you.  Goodbye

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