So today is the most difficult anniversary of the eight day "passion." This is the anniversary of my father's death, 14 years ago. Yes, I still remember him often, and it still causes a pain in my soul from time to time.
But if death is an ending, children are the resurrection. My children are the face of my father that lives on.
But if death is an ending, children are the resurrection. My children are the face of my father that lives on.
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