Where I'm calling from
We lit your special candle.After her bath, your daughter and I sang: "Happy Birthday, dear papa..."
We said, "Good night. We love you. We miss you."
She blew out the candle. You would be so proud of her, and so endlessly delighted by her.
It was much, much, much, much, much, much too little.
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posted by Unknown @ 10:19 PM
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