Side Note: I didn't know we could put a back story to these things until five minutes ago. Okay, so. This is the seventh year anniversary of my father's death. I hardly knew him, much less remember him, but I still miss him. Apparently, I'm practically a carbon copy of him, and for the duration of my life, I've probably heard variations of that statement more than my own name. It's only increased in the past seven years, I guess people think it's comforting, and I have no doubt that it will last for the rest of my life, or at least, through all the lives of the people who remember him.
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