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on a Sunday morning, staring at the same pair of work boots I’d worn for decades, and I wrote a post with two hands that still felt like they belonged to someone else.
The last thing I said to my son was that he was soft. I told him to man up.
The next morning he was gone.
I didn’t add a photo. I didn’t add a fundraiser. I didn’t ask for attention.continue reading …
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