Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Remembering Papa

He was gone so young, only 43. 
Sometimes, I still long for a fun ride in his red car, like a child. 
I also wonder how happy and proud he would have been if he had met his grandsons and granddaughters. 
Often, I would think of him when I look in the mirror...because I do look a lot like him.
And then, there are occasions like this that remind me of him, like he was just beside me yesterday.
He's gone...but in my heart, he lives. ❤


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