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my mom and dad, technically my grandmother and adoptive grandfather (who raised 2 generations of kids he didn’t have to — my mom and then me) but Halloween Pumpkins Fat Cat Beeteeshop Trending Unisex T Shirt doesn’t matter that’s my mom and dad, both have been gone for more than 20 years. my dad passed first, and very shortly after my grandmother got sick and she just had no will to love, no desire to even get a diagnosis, but an autopsy confirmed it had been lung cancer that had metastasized to her chest wall. i provided her hospice care when i was about 12-13 and still reeling from the loss of my dad. i don’t really talk to her because i feel so guilty that i was not a better carer. i was not cruel but i was scared. so scared to watch her change, shrink, watch all of her strength and sass and even her penchant for occasional emotional battering ebb away. but i talk to my dad sometimes. out loud. and always when i’m looking at the stars. so of course, i read this and smiled. ugly cried, too. but i smiled, and looked across the road to the sky (it’s still dark where i am), and said ‘hey dad.’
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