Tonight, I was taking a sentimental journey, looking for some old pictures of Parker when I found a journal I wrote for one of my university classes. (I took a lot of psychology/social work/”let’s share our darkest moments in life” classes where writing skills weren’t important as long as you showed major angst and minimal thought.) Some things have changed since I wrote this journal in April 2003 (ie. the whole becoming a mom part) but the general gist of it remains the same: Death sucks and I still miss my dad sometimes.

happy father’s day,
laura

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