Tomorrow, being November fourth,
is a very special day! It's the day on
which you were born and your one
hundred and first, birthday! I marvel,
that so much time, has already gone
by. Thirteen years and they sure did
fly! I'm always sad, thinking about
you dad! I miss you, more than words
can say. I've never gotten over your
passing, even up to today! Oh, how
I would love, to see you once more
and spend some time with you, as
we did before. But of course, that
could never be. The only place it
remains, is within my memory! So
thanks to our memories, as it serves
us, very well. And may it always be
with us and nothing, ever break that
spell!
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