I call my Father Norman.
He was a man with a hard heart.
I cannot imagine what it would be like to live with such anger.
The last I heard, {last summer} his ashes were still in a garage,
somewhere in Plano, Texas.
somewhere in Plano, Texas.
That is not very respectful, even for a man with a hard heart.
My sisters had excused me from the situation,
but that will never stop me from
loving, caring, respecting or having an opinion.
loving, caring, respecting or having an opinion.
Happy Fathers Day Norman.
Me
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