Today is the 25th anniversary of my Dad’s death and he’s still showing me he’s around.

The day my father had died, I will obviously never forget but how I reacted is what haunts me. I knew he was sick in this hospital but I thought he was going to make it because he would always tell me that he’d be coming home. As I walk into my new home (my mothers house), I was stopped by my Mother’s voice and I turn to see her on the living room couch.

“Hey…..I’m sorry to tell you this but your father has died.”

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