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For Pops
A child five years old waits patiently, the door has not opened for some time, a dining room chair methodically collects dust. Three dinner plates have become two, seemingly overnight. One kiss upon my forehead, though different, something new as the touch and embrace last moments longer, sometimes met with tears, silent sobs in the…
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A Gift
Today is my girlfriends (have everything but the ring) son’s birthday. He is 25 and in the military, dedicated to this great country. I made the decision many years ago to not have children of my own, and was fine being with someone who already did. When I met Patricia, and over the ensuing years,…