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by floam
1693 days ago
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I drank a lot (really, a lot. Like so much you can have a seizure when you try to stop.) when my dad was dying. And didn't visit for a few months because I had the excuse of my toddler I'm raising. I regret not spending more time back up there with him and my mother until the very end. I know he was scared and I wish I was there for more of it. |
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