Yesterday I ran around a bit with my mom, and the kids... Bailey told us about a dream he'd had the night before, he drove by papa Dons and he was in his back yard, stopped Bailey to get a hug and chat.... I was instantly jealous. I wished that had been my dream. I wish I could really have that. Just one last time, just enough time to make sure he knew what he meant to me all these years, and how much he taught me. Just a quick hug and chat. The other day at Hannah's award ceremony (all A honor roll GO HANNAH) I saw a family member who asked about my mom, and her new husband... Then mentioned how she'd never met Don and from what she'd heard she was grateful for it. This hurt too, but both times I was able to keep myself emotionless. So last night at home, something made me think of Don and there I was a blubbering mess. Tim has no clue what my issue is and I can't seem to say it out loud. I miss Don. I don't know why I can say it online but not out loud. I
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