Chapter 129
I occasionally catch myself at these moments, and my memory sure rambles to dwell on the most traumatic tracks of my life, as if I don't deserve to feel wonderful, but there appears to be a filter shutting off the worst of my emotions today. When I think of the creep from two days ago, I don't think about how terrified he made me feel, but rather the relief that came with Liam's smile; when I think of Dad and his signature style beard, I don't think about every regretful word I said to him, but rather the highlights that play like a movie trailer. I still don't have closure, and it presumably won't happen, but I've finally come to terms with Dad's passing. I can't bear the notion that he's out there, a concept that only gives me grief, but I believe that he's keeping an eye on Mom and me
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