Okay,
chapter 2.
I am doing alright. I get the sad feelings every so often.
Like the other day I was cleaning out my desk to get ready to move and I found some hair clips. For some reason I got so sad. I remembered when I was younger my dad would play "Mr. Irving" the hair dresser to me. I always loved getting my head rubbed and my dad would comb out my hair and either braid it or put a clip in it for a pony tail.
I found tears in my eyes remembering that.
I also get the sad feelings when I know I just can't go into his room and say "hey there Pop!"
But, overall, I know that he is soaring high, hanging in the cosmos, in no pain, having a grand time.
I don't yet feel him around me like I do my grandmother, but I am hoping that someday I will feel he is there. Actually, I hope he is watching his granddaughters and smiling"
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