Sunday, April 8, 2012

Our Last Conversation

Dad:  Wake me when he gets here.
Me:  OK, I'll do that, get some rest.  I love you. 
Dad:  Love you too.

One year ago on this day, at this time (3:36 p.m.  I happened to glance at the clock to see what time it was because we were waiting for the priest to come and give him his last rites.  I don't know the actual exact time he passed away, but I know the exact time he said his last words.) was the last time I heard his voice.  God, I miss that voice. 

Happy Easter Dad, wherever you are.  We love you and miss you.

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