May 5th 2004 I lost my father, It has never gotten any easier and as time goes on it just hurts more, sometimes I can barley remember the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne and cigarettes, this time every year, I always spend it with Monique, we would wake up listen to classic oldies especially WAR, go to the cemetery and talk about our dad all day, try our best to remember him and the good times
Well, Monique is gone now too.
This will never get any easier, time will never heal the pain I have.
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