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Dad, where are you?

Dearest Daughter,

I am right beside you.

Can’t you see me?

 

Yes, I can see you, but

you are not here.

Your eyes and your self

are far away from this place.

Dad, where are you?

 

Dearest Daughter,

I am thinking of another

Time, missing my dad and

mother. They were

so precious and gone

from me too soon.

 

Dad, you also are so precious.

Even though here, you are gone

from me too soon. Come back

       please

come back to me.

 

Dearest Daughter,

I find it hard to be in both places

at once -- the past that I long for

and the present where you

wait for me. I do not know

how to choose.

 

Dad, I will help you to be where I am.

We will light candles and invite the past

to join us at the table. You will

tell stories to me. I will listen.

Then we can all be together,

here, on this Christmas night.

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