Today in class, someone asked me 'is your father still alive?'
Someone chided him, hey that's so insensitive of you
I said, 'no he's dead. I'm 84, it's hard for me to have a living father.' and moved on
But I was also 15 when he was dead, so
How can it be that i've spent more time without you than with you, and yet I still miss you so much
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