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My dad died at 2:20 in the afternoon on Thursday (3/3/11). What a a weird thing to type out, right?
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I want to write about how he went very peacefully with his children and wife around his bed and his brothers and sisters and father and nephew in the room but it didnt feel peaceful to me. It felt like and feels like someone ripped a small hole in my chest and everyday it gets a little bit bigger. Cliche?
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