Published on Inspire a Fire on November 16, 2013.
The emptiness is always there, just beneath the surface. Never the focus, rarely mentioned, but ever present.
But twice a year, I allow myself to feel it, raw and unfiltered. November 15th is one of those days. Because as of today, it’s been 46 years since I lost my father.
It’s how my story began, and I never want to reach the point where it doesn’t matter, or it ceases to hurt. If I ever cross that line, that probably means I’ve stopped feeling completely.
And what kind of life is that?
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