not waving but drowning
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Tue Jan 17 06 / 2:25 PM Tonight I walked down the hallway to my bedroom and blinked in a usual fashion - perhaps several times, no more or less than the average number of times one might blink on a walk down the hall to their bedroom at night. And in one such blink of the eyes, I saw that I was virtually in my father's identical hallway as we have the same model of home. And at the end of his hallway was his den, and inside his den was him. And so, standing in this darkened hallway, eyes closed, I reach out my arms to my Dad, to hug him as I never did in life, because he has been gone for so long and I miss him so much - to hug him as a grieving daughter would hug the miraculous return of her father. I hold out my arms for so long, and I can almost touch him. He's right there in front of me, but when I open my eyes I can't see anything. I am crazy with grief.
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Lisa Higgs
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