I've kept this handkerchief for some time, since I was a child. I took it along to my fathers funeral. He passed away a week before my 18th birthday. I remember selfishly being angry at him for leaving before I had become a woman. I am now 34. His spirit has never left me. I saw him in the crowd when I was married, he applauded me in my triumphs, he sat with me in my grief, he smiled at me through the eyes of my new born son. I have taken on the belief that a life never passes, it just passes through. Every moment is precious.
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