The Loss Of My Father

I've tried for months to write this post. I get the kids to bed, my husband's at work, I finally finish the dishes, I fold some clothes and sit. I sit at the desk where I my laptop is. I look directly in front of me where a picture of my father hangs and I feel inspired. Inspired to write again. Because even though life has pulled me away from this blog for a few years, it still is something I love deeply. He would want me to write. He was my #1 fan, my father. He was the man who taught me to follow my dreams. The man who taught me writing and emotions cleanse the soul. 

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