Ago, today, my father passed. I ran 5 klicks on Father's Day to celebrate his life. This morning, again, I ran 5 kilometers. Might add another 5 for measure tomorrow.
He died peacefully, in his sleep, and on his own terms.
I miss being able to call him and bitch about life in general, and he'd tell me everything would be fine.
Well, it has been fine. But I miss being able to call him.
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