My father died seven years ago. I am reminded of him almost everyday.
Before he died, he laid in a hospital bed for a few weeks unable to talk. I went and sat beside his bed and said everything that was on my mind. Most people don’t get the opportunity to do this. I told my father something he wasn’t aware of. A few years after his death, I found out that he didn’t know about what I spoke to him about. I can imagine he must have been surprised by what I said, but angry and betrayed by those who kept the information from him. I’m glad he knew before he passed.
Hugs,
marlene
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