Same scenario when I was growing up. My father died over 40 years ago. I still miss him

I stand at their door, sniffling. Shh, he whispers, sitting up. I had a bad dream, I snuffle. Shh, don’t wake your mom, he says and gets up.
Walking My Father Home Taught Me What Matters And How To Live
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Same scenario when I was growing up. My father died over 40 years ago. I still miss him
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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