2.16

I probably make a post about my dad every year at this time; it’s a really hard week to deal with and even though it’s been four years now, it still aches.

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Things We’ve Lost

I haven’t lived in the same house my entire life—in the past few years alone, I’ve moved at least three times, not including all the different dorms I’ve been in on campus. I have an attachment to my things (they’re comforting to have and it would be a lie for any of us to say that we didn’t have a fondness for any one material good). But, assuming you have lived in a house for any extended period of time, I assume that the loss of it would feel like losing a family member.

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