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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I Forget Sometimes
I forget sometimes that my parents are gone. I am walking along, usually in a grocery store, where I see items my father would have liked or my mother once enjoyed, and I think for just a second, "Oh! Maybe I should buy this for them?" Then I remember that they are no longer around, and it strikes me that this will probably go on happening to me for a very long time, if not the rest of my life.