A Date I Hate To Remember
It’s January the 10th. On January the 10th, 2001, my father passed away. I still have pains remembering it, and still to this day, wish my “auld man” was still around, to talk to, to get advice from, and just banter on together. He and I debated a lot. We didn’t always see eye to […]
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